Most Important Day

The Most Important Day

I remember the day like it was yesterday. My older brother and I were outside playing a game of soccer when our mom and dad called us inside. “Come and have a seat, your father and I have to talk to you guys about something.” Mom said. My brother and I looked at each other as if we had no idea what was going on. So once we took a seat, our mother said “Well…your father and I…are getting a divorce.” I was only five at the time so I had absolutely no idea what divorce was nor did I have any idea what it meant, so I had quietly asked my older brother “What is divorce?” I guess I wasn’t as quiet as I thought I was because my mom overheard me and answered, “A divorce is when two married people decide they do not want to be married anymore” All I could think about was “Why do my parents not want to be married anymore? We were such a happy family…what could have possibly happened for them to make this decision?” These are questions that still constantly run through my head every day and I knew that no matter what my brother and I said or did, nothing would ever change their mind. My parents’ divorce would have to be the most important day of my life because that was the day my life had changed forever and nothing would ever be the same again.

Little did I know that as a result of my parents getting a divorce, I was going to be separated from my dad and my brother because my mom and dad decided that I was going to live with her and my brother was going to live with my dad. My parents’ splitting us up killed me because I couldn’t believe that the two most important men in my life, whom I had also lived with my whole life, wouldn’t be around as much anymore. When my mother told me the news, I was heartbroken. My brother was not only a brother to me, but he was also my biggest role model. My dad was the best dad any little girl could ask for. I was a daddy’s girl I guess you could say. I would have to say that the hardest part about the divorce was being separated from them because that meant that I would never be able to live with them again. I would be able to spend time with them but I wouldn’t be able to live with them ever again. That was the first time I felt sadness and lost and there was nothing I could do about it.

Although I was separated from my dad and my brother, my mom remarried about 2 years later and I gained a little sister who means the absolute world to me. Maybe she compensated for the loss of my brother. I strive to be the best role model for her. My stepdad and I don’t have the best relationship because we disagree on a lot of things but I tell myself that I have to live with it to support my mother’s decision even though I hated the decision more than anything. My parents’ divorce taught me that I have very little control over other people’s actions and decisions. Even though it’s

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