Personal Narrative: When I Woke Up My Life

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Little did I know that one day when I woke up my life would completely change forever, and created many difficulties that I will need to overcome. In the summer of 2014 my parents decided to get divorced, and sadly my mother did not take kindly to that. It was a slowly building tension in the house through the beginning of the summer. Both my parents tried to remain civil for the sake of my brother and I, but one day it all fell apart.
I heard the doors slamming and the feet stomping from the room above mine, and then the footfalls started down the stairs in my direction. I knew that this oncoming conversation wouldn’t be pleasant, but I wasn’t expecting to see my mother in tears yelling and screaming incoherently before running upstairs again. Not knowing what was going on I followed her upstairs slowly and hated what lay before me. My 8 year old brother sat paralyzed with fear on the couch and wouldn’t move as my mother screamed at my father. Knowing my father is a very strong person I focused on my brother. My heart broke for him as he didn’t know what to do or what was even going on. I grabbed his hands in mine and pulled his attention to me and away from my frantic mother.
“Go upstairs, Matthew and go get dressed. I’m taking you to the
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I was trying to be strong and supportive for my brother as to not make this worse on him, but I needed support myself so I called my father and asked if it was safe to come home. I could still hear my excited mother in the background, but my father said we needed to talk and that we should come home. Our walk back was quiet but my dad was waiting with a bag packed for my brother, and he ended up spending the rest of the summer with my grandparents. As soon as my dad left to take my brother to my grandparents, I went back outside and didn’t come home until he did

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