| I am in Year 6 and I am 12 years old.
My parents got a divorce when I was 8 years old. This is my story. It was a warm day and I was playing with my younger brother. Mum and Dad were on the balcony and I wasn't paying much attention when they called me (maybe because I thought it was about getting a tutor for my maths). They called me again so I had to go. I got up and walked on to the balcony. It's funny the way you can feel something bad is going to happen. It's like a deep feeling in your gut that you think is all in your head. As I reached the table Mum told me to sit down so I did. Dad interrupted and said, I could feel something inside me ready to explode as if I wished I'd never set foot on that balcony. Then the four most famous words in divorce ... IT'S NOT YOUR FAULT ! which is totally stupid when I think about it! Dad spoke again but this time he asked me how I felt about it. I could feel the last tick of the bomb inside me. I could'nt hold it in any longer. I stood up and bolted to my room, salty tears pouring down my face. I felt like I would no longer have a father, at least not one who could give me a hug after work. I didn't remember the sun setting, and by the time I awoke it was dark. I got off my bed and walked into the kitchen. I could feel the cold tiles under my feet. My father was sitting on the lounge watching the T.V but he wasn't paying much attention. I could tell because the Simpsons were on and my father hates the Simpsons. I walked over to him, and just as if he knew, he gave me a hug. Four years have passed now and although this story is quite sad. If it didn't happen you would not be reading this, BUT look on the bright side, at least I can watch the Simpsons now. Oh, and I still see my father every month. |
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| I am in Year 6 and I am 11 years old. My hot situation happened when I was 2 years old. I can't remember much because it was so long ago. The sad part is when I was living in on the coast with my mum, dad, sister and brother. Mum and dad used to fight a lot so it was very uncomfortable for us. Dad never got around to getting a job. When dad came home from his mate's place mum was crying. She said she couldn't go on like this forever and she asked him to get a job or leave. Dad said he didn't want to get a job so mum packed our bags and we moved to Sydney. Then mum put me in a preschool and got herself a job. One day she came home and said the place where she was working had closed and that we were moving to live with our grandparents. By this time I was 3 years old and starting to understand a little bit of our situation. Just when we didn't think mum would find a job and that we'd be living with our grandparents permanently, mum got offered a job and a house up the road went up for rent. We realised that we had better get over this situation and get on with our lives. So we bought the house. I now attend school and live with my mum, sister and brother. I have the most supportive friends and family. |
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