Everyone Has Her Own Story Of Mercy Essay

1080 Words Oct 19th, 2015 5 Pages
Everyone has their own story of mercy. Everyone has a story of mercy that might inspire them. A story they will never forget. In my case the story I’m telling you today took place most of my childhood. It all started in in the year 2006. My mother was taking me and my brother to her home country, Dominican Republic. My father didn’t go due to his job requirements, so it was just me, my brother and my mom. When we got back from our two week vacation. Everything went back to how it always was. My father was a pastor at a church we owned. My mother cooked the perfect meals and my brother and I were little angels everywhere we went. My point is everything was perfect. A couple months later I noticed things started changing. My mother didn’t have her usual glow, my dad’s eyes were sunken, but my brother and I were completely oblivious to what was going on. So to my six year old self my story of mercy really started when I was around seven or eight. I started noticing that sometime my dad wasn’t there at night, or he would spend two or three days without being home. So I asked my mom about it. Even as a 7 year old when your mom bursts into tears because of a simple question you know something is wrong. As the months went by, I started having to comfort my crying mom at night without knowing why she was crying. I don’t remember the exact moment my mother told me, but when I was around 8 or 9 my mother finally told me that my dad had an addiction to drugs. At the time I didn’t know…

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