My Life As A Single Parent Essay

1199 Words Oct 15th, 2015 null Page
Something that goes unnoticed about me is growing up and flourishing without both of my parents in the same home. Throughout my life, I have lived with the constant guilt of my father potentially abandoning me, and my mother having to raise me as a single parent. My mother has done everything including working numerous jobs in order to support me. She has given the ultimate sacrifice, while my father has does done very little to contribute to my life. I spent multiple Sunday mornings in a cold, walled off room. There my father would sit across from my young mother and me, along with my grandmother, aunt, and cousins. We would play checkers and I would squeal with joy when I falsely won the game. In my younger days, even though I didn’t see my dad every day, he was very special to me. My split home was normal, and although split, it was happy. It wasn’t until I was about four or five when I realized that my normal wasn’t very normal. I started school, and on my first day of kindergarten my mom and my grandpa took me. I watched other little girls and boys be dropped off and kissed by their mommies and daddies. I remember coming home one night to my mom sitting at the kitchen table and crying while talking on the phone with my dad. I sat on the floor in front of her and just watched her sob as my grandmother consoled her. I grew extremely angry at my dad for being away, and I questioned why he didn’t love me enough to stay at home. I knew from then on that my life would…

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