Personal Narrative: The Divorce

The Divorce

It was a beautiful Monday morning around ten o’clock in the midst of July. At that time everything seemed normal, nothing suspicious or off. The phone rang and I picked it up. Sienna asked if I wanted to go to her house for the day. My mom was giving my little brother a bath, so I bolted into the bathroom as fast as I could. “Can I go to Sienna’s and play today?” I asked her. She looked at me funny, and not a good kind of funny. Her face was gloomy and sad, and she didn’t look like her usual self. “We need to talk.” she replied. Glistening with tears, her big, brown eyes looked at me and there was an appearance as though she wanted to help us, but knew that was not possible. Snapping back, she tried to hide the emotions that …show more content…
“That was a really good cookie!” I told her. “Where did you get them?” I could see the pain in her eyes as she looked at me, then back at my brother. She wasn’t going to answer my question. I couldn’t put the pieces together, and all I could feel was a pang of doubt in my chest that this was going to be anywhere close to a good conversation. The tears started rolling down our faces almost simultaneously. I had never seen my mom cry like this before, she was clearly very upset and drained. I asked “Why are you crying?” and this was when my whole life, the one I loved, came crashing down on me. Mom said “We are moving out.” At first I didn’t understand what she meant by that. “Are you going to a hotel again, what’s the big deal?” I asked. She did that often. “No sweetie, i’m not going to a hotel, We are moving out of this house.” Was her reply. “Dad and I don’t love each other anymore, we are just going to be friends.” Only then, when she said that, did it sink in. I would have to pack up my things and move from my home, the place where all my memories were made, my favorite neighbors, and sadly, my