I never knew out of all the people I love, my own mother would break such a promise. This promise was made when I was around six to eight, coming back from school. I came home completely distressed over what some of my classmates discussed during class.
It was only the beginning of the school year and I was already worried over the topic of divorce, but then I really didn’t what it was called. I just knew it was a terrifying thing where parents would separate because they didn’t like each other. I honestly thought that was going to happen to my family. So when I entered my house after locking the front door. I quickly went into the living room to find the shelf that held photo albums in the entertainment center and began rummaging through …show more content…
I heard my mom come into the living room wiping her wet hands on her worn out, faded yellow apron with a small embroidered orange butterfly on her bottom left side edge. When she saw what state I was in, she asked,
“What’s wrong?”
The question made me completely break down right in front of her. And instead of asking anymore questions, my mom held me in her lap as I cried on her shoulder, trying to wipe up my tears with her shirt as I inhaled her warm, sweet pea scent. After I was calmed and my nose was clean and cheeks dry I was finally able to talk. “So tell me what’s wrong?” she asked once again with concern in her voice and visible lines forming on her forehead.
I began to blabber on and on about what I heard in school that if your parents are unhappy they fight alot and when they fight they might separate and when they separate you are not going to have a happy family anymore. After the whole explanation I finally asked the question I have been anticipating to ask from the start of the conversation,
“Are you and Daddy going to breakup?”
She looked shocked at first and took a moment to reply then said in …show more content…
I didn’t tell her what was happening because I knew it would be less painless to know that this might be the last time we ever see our mom again. Instead I wiped the window, full of condensation with the sleeve of my jacket so we could look outside. And continued to act like everything was okay but when no one was looking I would bend over to hide the salty tears trickling down my face. I tried to get my act together for our final goodbye as my dad began to exit the hotel parking lot. As we exited I could see my mom mouthing the words "I love you" before turning away to her car. I tried to turn at every angle to see her once more but all I could see was the new set of tire tracks imprinted into the thinly layer of fresh fallen snow on the road. And ever since that day, the memory of the broken promise was forever imprinted in my
It was only the beginning of the school year and I was already worried over the topic of divorce, but then I really didn’t what it was called. I just knew it was a terrifying thing where parents would separate because they didn’t like each other. I honestly thought that was going to happen to my family. So when I entered my house after locking the front door. I quickly went into the living room to find the shelf that held photo albums in the entertainment center and began rummaging through …show more content…
I heard my mom come into the living room wiping her wet hands on her worn out, faded yellow apron with a small embroidered orange butterfly on her bottom left side edge. When she saw what state I was in, she asked,
“What’s wrong?”
The question made me completely break down right in front of her. And instead of asking anymore questions, my mom held me in her lap as I cried on her shoulder, trying to wipe up my tears with her shirt as I inhaled her warm, sweet pea scent. After I was calmed and my nose was clean and cheeks dry I was finally able to talk. “So tell me what’s wrong?” she asked once again with concern in her voice and visible lines forming on her forehead.
I began to blabber on and on about what I heard in school that if your parents are unhappy they fight alot and when they fight they might separate and when they separate you are not going to have a happy family anymore. After the whole explanation I finally asked the question I have been anticipating to ask from the start of the conversation,
“Are you and Daddy going to breakup?”
She looked shocked at first and took a moment to reply then said in …show more content…
I didn’t tell her what was happening because I knew it would be less painless to know that this might be the last time we ever see our mom again. Instead I wiped the window, full of condensation with the sleeve of my jacket so we could look outside. And continued to act like everything was okay but when no one was looking I would bend over to hide the salty tears trickling down my face. I tried to get my act together for our final goodbye as my dad began to exit the hotel parking lot. As we exited I could see my mom mouthing the words "I love you" before turning away to her car. I tried to turn at every angle to see her once more but all I could see was the new set of tire tracks imprinted into the thinly layer of fresh fallen snow on the road. And ever since that day, the memory of the broken promise was forever imprinted in my