Personal Narrative Essay: We Were Always A Happy Family

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We were always a happy family, or so I thought. I always thought we had great times when we were together as a family. I was very young, so I never knew exactly what was going on. For me, when I was a child, everything was happy and fun. Nothing ever put me down and I always saw the bright side of things. Whenever something would happen it was always happy in my eyes. Subconsciously I knew something was wrong, but I ignored it to keep myself innocently happy. My brothers would always talk about leaving with one of the parents to get away from me. It would never happen so good luck. I began to grow into my early teen years (middle school). I started noticing a lot more problems between my mom and dad. They began sleeping in separate rooms and …show more content…
Then, one day we were going to Des Moines and he said “You know me and your mom are splitting up right?” No, I didn’t know that, and how am I supposed to know that. I said nothing and shrugged my shoulders. I turned my head as everything became blurry. There were tears forming in my eyes as I tried my hardest not to cry. “You should know that. How do you not know? Everyone knows, your brothers, your mom, everyone.” I had no idea what to say, and all I felt were tears drowning my face. My dad and I got home but he didn’t stay. He sat in the car as he watched me cry walking into the house. I remember going home that day and feeling completely broken down. I went upstairs and cried for a while. My mom came up and asked me what was wrong and what had happened. I told her what my dad had told me. After I told her, and my mom assured me that he was bluffing and that they would work everything out. As always I believed my mom because of course mom is always …show more content…
I played basketball at the time. My brother and I had an orthodontist appointment that day. We came home and he asked us “Do you guys want me to get you out of school so you can help me move my stuff out?” In that moment I didn’t know know what to say, and I didn’t even know how I felt. At that moment I was debating whether to accept that he was leaving or continue to believe that it wasn’t happening. Well, I decided to just brush it off. That day I had basketball practice and my mom picked me up after. The strong, cold wind pressing the snow against my face as I strutted towards the car.
The first thing my mom says “Your dad left.” That is when it finally hit me. Wow, it actually happened, your dad is actually gone. I didn’t eat anything that night because I had lost my appetite. I ran to the shower, got in and I started crying like crazy. My mom was the last person I wanted to see me cry and I wanted to stay strong for her. It was so weird looking around the house and seeing how empty it was without my dad. Not only was the house empty but I had felt like a part of me had been torn out of me. I continued to cry at night and whenever my mom couldn’t see or hear

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