Present:
2008.
That's the day it all began.
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Past:
I was 9 years old, I remember coming back from school really happy because it was the first day my mom let me come back from school alone. I opened the door and ran up the stairs to get food, like usual I was starving.
I placed my book bag on the floor and walked into the living room to see my mom sitting on a chair on one side of the room perfectly composed and my father on the other side closest to me bawling his eyes out. My appetite disappeared in an instant. All I could think was 'what's happening?' But, I was lost for words. My mom soon cut the silence simply asking me "How was your day?" When I think about it now all I can think is what a stupid question! My father looked like a sprinkler system and my mom looked like a statue. I answered the question anyway with an "okay" still looking at my mom trying to find some sort of emotion in her expressionless face.
Finally I asked the question that I was dreading to hear the answer to.
"What happened?"
My mom made eye contact with my dad swiftly before looking back at me and said the 4 words that changed my life.
"We're getting a divorce."
YOU ARE READING
My life.
No FicciónNo-one cares what I write. Or what I say. Or what I think. So I decided to write it down. Bit by bit. Day by day. So here it is, The shitty story of my life. And the worst part is, It's true...
