Something was bound to get broken. My father had a bad temper when I was younger. I used to listen the best I possibly could to keep from getting yelled at. I grew up as a child that listened 100% because I was scared to get yelled at.
My best friend Jarred used to be terrified of him because of his temper. When Jarred was over and Dad was home we would make sure we would play far away from Dad. Most of the time we would be at Jarred’s house because he was scared. Now Jarred likes him.
Up until my father started working for Arnolds Sand and Gravel he was quite cranky. After the job switch he lost a lot of his stress and became more of a happy guy. He lived quite a distance from home so we only got to see him on his days off.
It wasn’t until my father moved to Edmonton that he really became happy. After he moved he has been in a good mood. The only problem is that he lives so far away. It sucks that he lives far away but at least now he is happy.
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