Personal Narrative: Childhood And Divorce

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One of my earliest memories was was approximately when I was 4. I remember waking up, in the middle of the night crying. I cried out for my parents, but yet still no one entered the cold empty room. I was on my bed hiding under the dull grey covers. I felt all alone, like a cactus on a lonely desert. I remember that earlier that day my parents argued. My mom and dad were on the verge of getting a divorce. But as a child, I was led to believe that everything was going to be okay. But as the years went by I lost that innocent hope. For the next 2 years of my life, I spent in solitude and neglect. It appeared to me that my mom lost all hope on raising a child. I felt like a burden. I spent most my childhood days alone in my cold room.…show more content…
I didn't know, that about that moment my life would change. I left the country and came to live with my dad. My mom refused to let me go and insisted to come with me. The moments I spent with my dad were thrilling and fun. I felt the love and the joy I was missing out of. Couple of days later will come the day that I realize I had to say goodbye to my childhood and grow up. After a long day at the beach, my mother and I decided to walk home. Being an innocent 6 year old, my mother turns back and completely stares into my eyes and drops her bag. Within those few seconds of my life I was terrified and frighten. She screamed and yelled.At that moment all I could of think of was “what did I do?”. But then in that split of the second she said it. She blamed me for the fact that she had to leave the country as if it was my fault that she didn't want to let me go. She blamed me for the divorce and for much more. In that moment I realize I had no longer had a loving…show more content…
Everyone that has ever gotten close to me, after a while my parents would forbid me to see.For a while my soul family was my neighbors. Marcia,Livio,Livia and my best friend Stephania. Which was not part of their family, but we enjoyed spending time with them. They knew everything about our lives as we knew theirs. We would spend many holidays together such as Halloween, New years and Christmas. We acted like a family and appeared like one. But after a while all that just simply got lost. Little by little my parents stop letting me see them. I felt alone and quite hopeless. The only thing to look forward from then was the last year of middle

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