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The Big Split

It was a chilly January morning, and Rachel and I had huge plans to hang out and do some weird things that only your best friend would do, like tell secrets and dance to the radio. But my mom and dad said " no" so I got mad, and I wondered why they said no, so I said " if you don't let me hang out with Rachel, I will pop this balloon!" And to a 8 year old ( yes, I was 8 when this happened) that's a huge deal to pop a balloon. But everyone was looking grim, so I calmed down and went downstairs with them, to a young kid, you don't know what's going on. I sat on a couch next to my older sister Jenna. My parents sat on the other couch. My sister looked scared so I squeezed her hand, my mom sighed and said " I'm still your mommy, dads still your daddy, but we are getting in a divorce." It was like salt in a open wound, like ice in my veins. I felt paralyzed as I heard my sister weep, the sound still haunts me to this day. Right as my mom said those words, my dad squeezed my knee, and said " every thing is going to be okay." And my sister ran off, my dad ran after her, I curled up in a ball and cried so hard I couldn't breath, and my eyes couldn't open because I had cried so hard. Me and my sister tried everything we could, who can blame us, we were in shock. I made my parents bed and my sister took their wedding photo album and put it on the pillows. My dad walked in and started crying, followed by my mom. It was the most painful day ever.