The Importance Of My Life

Having a glimpse at what life could be like in those few days my dad contemplated the job never allowed me to become blind again. Instead, it gave me new sight, one which was clearer than ever before. My mom looked like she’d grown ten years just from the stress and worry of juggling paying for groceries and paying bills. Every time her cell phone rang, I watched as she went through a roller coaster of emotions, either ending in relief that it wasn’t a bill collector or gut wrenching sadness when it was. Slowly, like everything that opposed us, she began to ignore the calls. If it wasn’t from a number in her contacts she refused to answer, it was her only safeguard to help protect her from the pain our situation brought. By this point the only food in our house was cheap foods that could be eaten for dinner, …show more content…
This time, however, it didn’t come as a surprise to anyone. Since it was a decision that affected the family it was a decision that would be made by the family. The final decision was almost worse than the original one, I wouldn’t be ripped away from the home I knew and love, just my dad would be. He would move to Texas and take up the job by himself because he knew that I would not want to leave my friends and my school and because my mother had my grandmother to care for. He could not uproot multiple lives in the process of trying to help our family reach a better tomorrow. This decision shook me, but I knew that it was the best and, really own way we could make it work. Yet, it seemed wrong to me my dad had already sacrificed so much. He had already served overseas three times for not only his country, but for us, his family, and now he was to move halfway across the country, without us, for us. It was paradox that I could not wrap my head around and before I could even comprehend, even as it turned from an unfathomable thought into