Personal Narrative : My Life Without My Parents In My Family

The loss of a parent is a traumatic experience, especially when you are only 15 years old. I had everything in the world at that point, until I lost my best friend. The man I looked up to my entire life had now taken his own. My dad embodied what it meant to be the family man; if he was not at work, then he was devoting his time to his wife and kids. Almost every day was filled with a new adventure, whether it be a bike ride to the botanical gardens or a fishing trip to a picturesque lake in Michigan.

Growing up I was extremely close to my father. He was always a tough guy to please, and I aspired to impress him and be the daughter he wanted me to be. Little did I know, my father would end up breaking my heart, and be responsible for tearing my family apart.

In 2006 my parents had sat my younger brother and I down to talk to us. They looked so serious, my mother was crying and I was scared. They told us they were going to get a divorce. I didn’t understand why because they were happy together and they still loved each other, they even told us that while they were

The year is 2011 and my parents are staring at me across the dinning room table. The only thing on my mind is that I am in trouble. At eleven years old I could not fathom what was about to come. The fights and withdrawn attitudes should have prepared me for what they said, but they did not. I never thought my parents would separate, and at such a young age it was hard to comprehend. I knew that my family was about to change forever. My dad treated me like a princess, while my mom pushed me in school and extracurricular activities. My parents evened each other out. When my mother and I had a problem, my dad helped us work it out. He was my rock while my mom was someone I thought I had to love. Our communication centered on things like girl scouts, soccer, or praise dance. I always felt she loved my brothers more than me. For a while that was fine, I had my dad who hung the moon and the stars for me.

I honestly didn’t know what was going on and I still don’t know what really happened. For what I remember, was that my parent would argue a lot and it really wasn’t like that before. I would sometimes try to see if they were okay and I would always worry about them a lot because I loved them both, but it hard to choose a parent’s side when they would argue. At that time I remember them arguing because honestly, it was always something because he got home late or not answer the phone, but this time I they were arguing because they didn’t know what to do because they didn’t have money for the rent. I can honestly say that having immigrated parents was difficult because they would not get paid good or they couldn’t even get a good or stable job and in difficult times like now would not have enough money for the food or for the rent. What they decided to do was to move out. I didn’t really wanted to move because I loved it where I lived and yah changes are good, but it was just gonna take a lot to get us to living in another state, but I saw what my parents were going though and I told them that yeah that was a great idea. Well little did I know that it really wasn’t gonna be so great.

“Do you know anything about pennies in my freezer?” As an eleven-year old, the question evoked a laugh and a denial. In my defense, I truly knew nothing about the pennies; however, I could hypothesize how our poker tournament could have led to their new home.

When I was in fourth grade I remember sitting in the classroom, making cards for my parents I remember hearing a kid saying what if your parents are divorced? I thought to myself, my parents would never get a divorce, but I was dead wrong. When eighth grade came around it was like any other school year, but my dad would pick us up everyday when I got home, I thought it was just going to be another regular night with my family. My mom came downstairs and said we had to have a family meeting I didn't know what to expect because we never really had them. My parents looked over at us and told us to sit down and listen to what they had to tell us. I could tell by their facial expressions what they had to say wouldn't be that good. I was in total shock when i heard the word divorce come out of my parent's mouth, I knew right then my life would never be the same. My eyes immediately start to tear up I couldn't fight the tears away. In that moment I thought my life was over and there was nothing I could do about it. I had so many questions to ask but I could tell my parents weren't in the mood to answer any. My dad had tears pouring down his face and looked at us and said I love you guys and gave us all a hug. I could tell my mom wasn’t trying to cry, but I knew this wasn’t easy for her either. Three years later a new man would come into my mom's life and I knew this was a huge turning point in my life. My mom said they were just “good friends’’ but I knew the truth. Three years

Almost 50% of kids witness their parents getting or already got a divorce. Well I happen to be apart of the 50%. Being apart of that could be a good and a bad thing. In this memoir I am going to be telling you, why my parents got a divorced, how the divorce affected me then and now, and my relationship with my parents. It all began in it first grade when my parents would not really talk to each other and when they would always yell and fight. My family still lived together but, my mom had a room downstairs with some of us kids, my dad was upstairs with the rest of the kids. I remember I had my grandma and grandpa’s phone number memorized because when they got in a fight I was 7 years old and my older sister and brother would try and get in the middle and try to stop them from fighting, while us other kids were either sleeping or crying. I was the one kid to just sit there quickly and not say a word and, my sister would be just listening. I hated when my parents fight, but if I even tried to get in the middle of it what good would that do to the relationship.

One day my parents called me into the family room to talk. When I arrived in the family room, my older sister and younger brother were already sitting there, my youngest brother being too little to understand. I already knew the topic of the conversation, even before my parents spoke. We were never called into family discussions unless it was something serious like this was going to be. My father began speaking, he told us that he and my mother could no longer live together. He explained that they have tried for a long time to make it work, but they couldn’t they were now two different people. My father said he would be moving out so my mother could keep the house, but we could come visit him at anytime. My heart began to beat

My family and I were off to visit our grandparents in Lituya Bay,Alaska.It was just me,Lilian, my brother,Joesph,mom and dad.I had a normal life and a loving family.Just that my brother and I didn’t get along with each other.As we got there it looked windy and cold and there was no sun.It stayed like that for three days.My grandparents house was huge.It had three floors.I got to have my own room.

I still remember that terrible morning. I sprang out of bed and tossed the sheets aside. I was still in my pajamas but I didn't care, dashing down the halls, sprinting down the stairs, and staring intently at the wooden front door. My mom and sister were all ready grinning at the main entrance. The door swung open and my dad burst into the room. He hugged us like never before. After two years he was back. Tears escaped my mother's hazel eyes. Then my dad stood up and watched us as we all at once shared what the last two year had been like. He scanned my sister and was saying how we've all grown but fell short on me. He stared at my pajamas. His gaze pierced right through me. He trembled, then all at once he collapsed, his knees sank, his arms went weak. My sister let out an earsplitting scream. The glass door screen shattered after my dad slammed against it. Mom ran to the phone and called an ambulance. But I just stood and gazed down at him. And he looked right back at me. Before his eyes slammed shut.

When I was in 8th grade my parents told me and my brother that they were getting a divorce. When they told us all I can remember was me burying me head in my arms and crying. Crying so much that I couldn't look at my parents because I was afraid, afraid to have to live the rest of my life knowing that we couldn't be a family again. When I went back to school the next day the shock of the divorce never kicked in until that moment. At the time all I wanted was someone to talk to. But whenever I tried to talk to someone about it I would burst into tears, I couldn't bring myself to tell someone because I didn't want to face the truth that my parents wouldn't get back together again. I remember teachers taking me to the office to talk to the counselor and everyone just seemed to stare at me not knowing that everything in my world was falling apart. I can still remember that day like it was yesterday like a scar that never went away. For me I wanted people to help me through it I wanted my parents affection I wanted my parents to tell me things were going to get better. But I never seemed to get that, my parents didn't know how to help me and at the time I think they were more invested in their own grief then my grief. Instead they got me a therapist to talk to and although at the time they thought they were helping me it instead made me feel more unwanted and unimportant to them. All I ever wanted was my parents to be holding me tightly so that all the pain would go away. I

I waited for the black truck to arrive at my door. I never knew my aunt, uncle, and cousin, and now they would become my new family. However no one could really replace my real family. My Mom, Dad and younger brother got into a car wreck. I was the only survivor. My heart still aches from the experience. To make matters worse, I would have to leave my home in New York to go and live with my closest relatives in the country. My emotions and thoughts were acting like they had been put in a blender. I was happy that my extended family was willing enough to take me into their care, I was sad because I would have to live away from my home and friends. Everything will be different, nothing will ever be the same again.

I stayed at my grandparents until they came back to pick me up. As soon as they pulled in I was excited and happy they arrived. My brother Jace was too. My parents both walked into the house and asked to talk to me alone. My mom took my hand and walked over to the couch. I sat in the middle between my mom and my dad. My mom looked at me. “Lyli, I’m sorry that we were gone. We went to the hospital to go see your dad. He got hurt really bad,” she said. She stopped talking for a minute. I think maybe trying not to worry me. “Your dad died today Lyli.” I looked at my mom with wide eyes surprised. At first, I didn’t know how to react to this.

I was eight years old when my mother and father sat me and my two older brothers down in the living room. My mother was teary eyed and my father was passive as he began to tell us how things would start to change for all of us. “Your mother and I are getting a divorce” I looked around, my older brother was crying and my oldest brother had a look as if he saw it coming all along, I began to smile and even giggle a little. My mother said to me “do you know what this means?” I said no, and that was a lie. My mother told me that her and my father would not be married anymore and we would not all live in the same house and things