I was 7 years old,
My grandpa had died,
My dad had cried,
I have never seen my dad cry.I didn't feel any emotion when my grandpa died,
I didn't miss him but I cried.It was horrible,
My dad didn't eat and he hardly slept,
I wept beside him.A couple months later,
My mom and dad had an argument,
They threw things, they screamed, they hurled insults at each other,
I was afraid.My brother who had come out crying to me,
He never cried no matter what happened,
My brother was bawling like there was no tomorrow,
Begging me to make my our parents stop arguing.I knew it then,
I had to make my parents stop arguing not for my sake but for the sake of my family,
I ran in between my parents,
I screamed "stop arguing!"Everyone went silent,
I could have probably hear a pin drop on the floor that's how silent it was,
My mom was the first to speak,
She was completely calm,
"Milena what is the meaning of this?" she asked me in quiet tones,
"I... I just wanted the yelling to stop." I said timidly,
"Milena your mom and I have something important to tell you."
My dad paused for a moment. "Your mom and I are getting a divorce."
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