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The Is The State Of Being A Child

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Childhood- in laymans terms is the state of being a child. It is without a doubt, the most joyful time any person can experience. Growing up, children often depend on the family unit at home. Feeling loved, and feeling like a team at home helps the child to handle their dilemmas as an individual outside of the comfort zone. Throughout all endeavors in life, things are constantly changing and affecting us in different ways. However, I believe that the changes in life that have a lasting affect are within the family. There is no noticeable responsibility, there’s happiness, there is a bliss that radiates among the youthful years. The smiles, the laughter, the jubilance is illuminated – something you hope cannot ever be taken away.

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There was pain, there was heartache, there was confusion, there was disappointment. I was lost in a world of isolation.
All of my friends’ parents were together and as far as I knew, they were happy. I could not even begin to fathom me telling my friends without the feeling of judgment—I was embarrassed.
Not long after, I watched as my dad lifted the last of his belongings into his car. He gave me a hug and I stood, expressionless as I watched his car roll off – knowing what I knew was no more. My family was broken. Very Broken. I looked around my house. The walls seemed strong and firm. No holes to be seen. Where could they be? I knew they must be somewhere, but my incessant search for a gap or maybe just a crack yielded no success. Yet, despite this, my home – it was broken.

As I transitioned from a child, to a now teenager, I can still feel the confusion – the burning question inside of me – “Why me?” It’s a painful reality that has taken me all these years to accept: being different, being broken.

I can see there is something broken about my family. Instead of being one supportive unit, our home has been one of incessant fighting, friction and worry. It means that instead of following my parents’ directives, I am forced to decide which parent to listen to.
And I hate it. I hate being stuck in the middle of two sides, trapped in the center of the conflict,

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