The year of 2007 I started noticing my parents were fighting a lot more and they didn’t have much time for me and my brother anymore because they were fighting so much. Since they were fighting so much I had to take the responsibility to cook and make sure me and my brother got up for school. I had to teach myself how to cook and that was really hard. I had burnt myself I don’t know how many times and burnt 3 meals before I finally got it right. I didn’t really have much of a childhood I was always taking care of my brother.
No more than three months later my parents told me that they filed for a divorce and it would be final in a few months and I didn’t really understand it then I thought it was my fault my mommy and daddy were fighting,and then to come and find out mommy and daddy were splitting up it made me feel even worse. What was a girl of my age supposed to think I was only in second grade.I had no clue why my parents were unhappy so I automatically thought it was my fault. Ever since that day I had told myself that it was my fault,I had a really bad problem with dealing with things like this.I cried every night after I found out it was final and I watched my mommy leave with all of her things. Every night after then I had told my self that my mommy would come back and that she loved my daddy to much to leave for good but, I was wrong she never did come back and I had to deal with going back and forth between houses on the weekend and it was really hard.
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What A Lovely Life
General FictionThis is a short story about a young teenage girl who has such passion for a boy who no longer notices her and he also knows her biggest secret of all...
