When I was 7, my parents divorced and my dad took me with him to Florida. My mom stayed in California. It's all still blurry to me, since I was so little when it happened. I just remember a lot of tears and a lot of yelling. My dad eventually told me to pack everything up, that we were going away for awhile. I was confused, I didn't know why my mom wasn't coming with us and why they were crying. When I had gotten everything packed, my mom came upstairs and gave me a long, tearful hug while telling me how much she loves me. All I can remember after that is getting into an airplane with my dad and being told that we were staying with an aunt who lived in Florida.
That was ten years ago. Now my dad and I live in a house of our own that isn't too far from where my aunt lives. Now that I'm older, I understand what was happening that day. I still don't know why they fought, but sometimes it's better not to know I guess.
Things have changed a lot since then. I used to get a call from my mom every morning and night. Then the calls became less and less frequent, and now I'm lucky to hear from her once every few months. I've gotten over it though. I've just told myself that she's busy and she'll call when she can. Yeah right.
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