My Day

August 16, 2002 was the worst day of my life! I can never forget how I felt and how I delt with my parents getting a divorce on the first day of first grade. It was the fist day of first grade. I was all excited to start school. The day started really great, I woke up, took a shower, put clothes on and told my mommy I loved her. After I left my house, I hopped on the bus and arrived at school. I was scared but ecstatic. I didn’t know what to do so I started running around like a little school girl. I got yelled and got sent to class. I remember this moment if like it was yesterday. I was getting read to by the teach and I was called to the office. They had my sit in a comfy chair and my mother was balling her eyes out. I was like, “Mom, what’s up?” She said that her and dad had split up! I was angry and sad all at the same time. When I arrived at home, all of his stuff was gone but he was there. The only thing he said to me was “You’re the man of the house now. Take care of your mom and sister.” He left right after. It’s hard seeing your family leaving you. He moved to Chicago to get as far away from my mom as possible and he wanted us to go their every other weekend. I wasn’t having any of that! It’s hard to travel back and forth when you’re a child. Sometimes I wonder why my father would have cheated on my mom. Sometimes I think it was the best decision my mom had every made. He’s not welcome back into my house hold because I am the man of the house and