15 years ago...
I came running home from school. It was my birthday and I couldn't contain my excitement. As I opened the door to my house, I heard screaming and shouting. I neared the living room and saw the all the things splattered on the floor, some broken as well. Dad was screaming at mom, unaware of my presence.
"Mom", I said. Both of them stopped and turned to face me. "Dad. What happened?", I continued.
"Oh it's nothing, dear", my mom tried to assure me. "No", my dad said. "He should know everything", he continued. "I should know what? I don't understand", I asked, confused.
"We are going different ways", he said. "Paulo please", mom pleaded him. "What do you mean?", I asked, demanding for an answer.
"We are getting divorced". Mom sobbed and sat on the couch, holding her head between her hands. "And you decide with whom are you staying", dad said.
I didn't need to think. Dad can handle himself well but mom needs me. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and said, "I will stay with mom". "You chose to stay with this pathetic excuse of a woman, who can't even provide to your needs", he laughed at my face. That got me angry.
"You've done enough, please leave", I said calmly. "Don't come running to me when she can't feed you", dad said and left. I turned around and hugged mom, soothing her. At the age of twelve, I am left alone to support mom. At the age when they should support me.
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