Prose Poem

My father’s hunting time.


Ever since I was little I remember my father going away in winter to hunting season, when I was little I didn’t know what it meant but I always remember the smile my father had once he return. When I was six or so I recall a specific memory when my dad came back a Sunday of one of his hunting trips and since the moment he enter our house I could fell and see his happiness, this made me very happy and then I understood this was because he had hunted a very big deer, I remember myself very happy too and very curious to see the animal, I also recall that my mother was very angry at him because he had show me a dead animal and she thought I was going to get scare. As soon my father saw my happiness he run for the camera and told my mother to take us a picture he was very glad and impressed to see that even thought I was little I didn’t get scare when seen the animal and that I enjoy this happy moment with him. Even thought in my family we are only three girls we had always been very happy and supportive to my dad with this hobby, because we understand this makes him happy and makes him relax. Few years ago he got selected by a hunting club here in Monterrey because he had hunted that season the biggest deer in the state, winning this was a huge accomplishment for him and for us too. Having this hobby has build a tradition in my family, each time we go shopping in the United States we dedicate one day for my father. We go all together to Brass Pro Shop or Cabela’s and see the new stuff for hunting trips. The first house were we lived we had a special room were my father hanged his deer dissected, six years ago we moved and we also made a special room for him, here he hanged his three favorite deer and a wild cat. One of my the biggest dreams in my life is to have the opportunity to give to my dad a hunting trip to Africa’s dessert paid by me and have the chance to go with him. I like being able to share this hobby with my dad because even thought I don’t know how to hunt I enjoy seeing how this hobby made my dad very happy I also think that the idea that I like this hobby too and that I like to share and comment about with my dad makes him real happy.

 

Arantza Arruti.

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