Like Father Like Son ***Rewrite***

Shana Earley December 4, 2007
Creative Writing Period 2

Like Father Like Son

Driving down the highway Kevin Jr. starts to reflect on his relation ship with his father. He mumbles to himself aloud “I have to do this. We can’t go on like this”. He remembers the argument that he and his father ad about what college he should attend after high school. “I want to go to a historically black college” Kevin jr. screams to his father. “Well who’s going to pay for you to go to a historically black college? You’re going to go where ever my money sends you. You’re so selfish. I just that you would at least try and listen to something I say.” Even though my Kevin eventually gave in and let his son go to the college of his choice, Kevin jr. was still not satisfied. He still gave his father the silent treatment for weeks for no reason at all.
Kevin jr. walks into the ballroom and greets everyone except for his father. Hs father Kevin leans over to his wife and whispers “Who invited him”. That is when I thought that it was going to be another one of those crazy nights
All of my family gathered on a hot summer evening to celebrate Kevin’s fiftieth birthday. Family and friends traveled from all over to make my father’s birthday even more enjoyable. Everyone arrived with beautiful gifts in which they set on the table beside my father. Kevin jr. walks past and puts a gift on the table without saying a word. When Kevin saw his son put a gift on the table he leaned over to his wife and said “It’s probably a bomb in that box”.
The party began with a program that my mother had put together. The program was filled with poems, songs, and speeches all dedicated to my father. Everyone was given a copy of the program so that they could follow along. When everyone turned the page they saw a speech labeled “To My Father”, and Kevin was applaud when he saw that his son was the one who wrote it. My mother smiled at the reaction that she knew he would give. Kevin jr. stood up to approach the front of the room. He then grabbed the microphone, took a deep breathe and began to speak.
“Hi everyone, how ya’ll doing. I hope that everyone is enjoying themselves”. He looked to the sky and then to my father as he continued. “I’m just going to get straight to the point by saying that I and my father have had a lot of problems in the past.” The room became completely silent. “My father and I have different views on life. He’s the old school and I’m the new. But one day I realized that us being born in different times is the only difference between me and my father. I am just like my father and that causes us to clash sometimes” My mother looked over at my father who was now in a daze. Kevin jr. continued by saying “I look up to my father because of his strength and wisdom. Life is too short for him and I to continuously fight like children. On my journey to become a man I would rather learn from my father and maybe, just maybe, I will become at least half the man he has grown to be”.
The room was still silent as Kevin stood up from the table to go and stand next to Junior and shake his hand. The room was now filled with applause and cheering. The photographer ran over to take a picture of both men. In this picture they are both wearing white suits that made them look even more identical. The photographer snapped the picture just as a tear rolled down my Kevin’s right eye.