Child of Divorce
2,020 words
Going through a divorce is not only difficult for the couple, but it also has an impact on the child. After being born in the United States, I was sent to live with my grandparents in the Philippines so that my mother and father can save up money in order to provide for me when I get back to the United States. A few years later, the day came and I arrive in the United States, terrified of what will happen to me because I was in a place with unfamiliar people and unfamiliar voices. My family and I resided in Oakland, California where the most life-changing experience happened to me. As an eight- year- old, I did not know what a divorce was; I’ve never even heard of that word in my life. Living in a new city, …show more content…
My father refuse plenty of times but my mother pushed through. My mother explains to me what a divorce was and I realize that the papers that were soaked by my father were divorce papers. I get a clear understanding that my mother’s intentions were to keep my family and I in a safe and healthy place, even if that means leaving the person that she once loved. With the big change in my life, I adapted and sooner or later appreciated my home again. Nonetheless, I form an envy to many of the children at my school. I would hear my classmates talk about their days and the fun activities they do with their mothers and fathers; however, I could not. When others tell stories about their family, it makes me wonder why I did not experience what they experienced. I start to think about whether my mother and father would still have been together if it weren’t for me coming to live with them in the United States. Inevitably, I start to blame myself for their separation. Here and there, my friends would ask me where my dad was and I would tell them that he was at home, just so I would not feel embarrassed. However, I formed an acceptance and appreciation of my experience and soon became content with my family once …show more content…
But it is a different story for me because even though my mother and father had a way to communicate, it was rare to hear from my father. My mother tries each day to call him or call anyone that she senses have connections with my father. It was difficult for me to accept the reality that my father will not always be there; the feeling of abandonment began to set it. The years go by and in those years, I realized that my father did not want anything to do with his children and I learn to it. As I got older, an anger for him grew inside of me. I thought even through a divorce, you should never let a child feel abandoned. After a few months, my mother knocks on my bedroom door and tells me that my father wants to talk to me on the phone; a rush of anger fills my body. I refuse to talk to my father because of the amount of anger I posses for him. However, I could hear the gleeful tone of my brother’s voice. My brother was delighted to speak with my father because my brother did not grow up around a father figure. In my eyes, in must have be difficult for my brother to know that he has a father, but he is not in his life. Before my father was able to get in contact with my mother, my brother once asked me where his dad was. It was difficult for my mom and I to explain to him because I was in a similar situation as him. I did not want to tell my brother the honest truth that we have no
2,020 words
Going through a divorce is not only difficult for the couple, but it also has an impact on the child. After being born in the United States, I was sent to live with my grandparents in the Philippines so that my mother and father can save up money in order to provide for me when I get back to the United States. A few years later, the day came and I arrive in the United States, terrified of what will happen to me because I was in a place with unfamiliar people and unfamiliar voices. My family and I resided in Oakland, California where the most life-changing experience happened to me. As an eight- year- old, I did not know what a divorce was; I’ve never even heard of that word in my life. Living in a new city, …show more content…
My father refuse plenty of times but my mother pushed through. My mother explains to me what a divorce was and I realize that the papers that were soaked by my father were divorce papers. I get a clear understanding that my mother’s intentions were to keep my family and I in a safe and healthy place, even if that means leaving the person that she once loved. With the big change in my life, I adapted and sooner or later appreciated my home again. Nonetheless, I form an envy to many of the children at my school. I would hear my classmates talk about their days and the fun activities they do with their mothers and fathers; however, I could not. When others tell stories about their family, it makes me wonder why I did not experience what they experienced. I start to think about whether my mother and father would still have been together if it weren’t for me coming to live with them in the United States. Inevitably, I start to blame myself for their separation. Here and there, my friends would ask me where my dad was and I would tell them that he was at home, just so I would not feel embarrassed. However, I formed an acceptance and appreciation of my experience and soon became content with my family once …show more content…
But it is a different story for me because even though my mother and father had a way to communicate, it was rare to hear from my father. My mother tries each day to call him or call anyone that she senses have connections with my father. It was difficult for me to accept the reality that my father will not always be there; the feeling of abandonment began to set it. The years go by and in those years, I realized that my father did not want anything to do with his children and I learn to it. As I got older, an anger for him grew inside of me. I thought even through a divorce, you should never let a child feel abandoned. After a few months, my mother knocks on my bedroom door and tells me that my father wants to talk to me on the phone; a rush of anger fills my body. I refuse to talk to my father because of the amount of anger I posses for him. However, I could hear the gleeful tone of my brother’s voice. My brother was delighted to speak with my father because my brother did not grow up around a father figure. In my eyes, in must have be difficult for my brother to know that he has a father, but he is not in his life. Before my father was able to get in contact with my mother, my brother once asked me where his dad was. It was difficult for my mom and I to explain to him because I was in a similar situation as him. I did not want to tell my brother the honest truth that we have no