i really saw an angel

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It's raining on our way back from our local shop. It's about 20 minutes away from home. I'm cold and tired, I want to be home in my own room. It's getting late and mom and dad are arguing like they usually do, but this argument is worse than the others. It surely isn't safe to have a really aggressive argument while driving in a car, and i'm worried.

Bad things could happen and I just wanna be home. Mom and dad are yelling and shouting at each other that I wish I could stop. Maybe I could say something? No. I don't want to be a part of this. I don't want more arguing and i'm too tired to say anything. A tear rolls down my face and I start crying.

This is way too much for me to handle. Why can't they love each other like normal parents? Why can't I have a normal, loving family like everyone else? I love my mom and dad dearly, and I don't want anything bad to happen to either of them.

We pull in our driveway. I wipe the tears off my face and get out of the car, I run into the house. I run to my room and shut the door. I can hear mom and dad still arguing but it's muffled and I can't understand what they're saying. Mom knocked on the door. I said come in but my voice was shaking. I quickly wiped the tears off of my face as mom walked in. Thankfully she didn't see that I was crying and see that her arguing hurt me.

I don't want my mom to feel bad for the things she has to deal with. I don't want her to feel like it's her fault.

She comes in and says "Me and your dad have decided some things. Tomorrow we are leaving to stay with grandma for a few weeks.". Her voice is in a slight whisper as she's trying not to cry. She hugs me and then as a tear rolls down her face she says "Me and your dad are getting a divorce.".

Hearing this caused me to breakdown. Mom hugs me and comforts me as we cry. Mom tells me "I think that it's for the best and that we can try our best to get through this.". She wipes the tears from under my eyes and tells me "We'll be alright", she gets up and tells me goodnight on her way out of my room. She shuts my door to give me time to focus on myself.