I had just got off the bus and slowly headed towards the lonely park. Behind me was the flurry of people and buses moving around the bus station. Ahead of me was this huge, lonely stretch of darkness. Like any other day, I was going to Aunt Angela’s house, where I would just wait endlessly for Dad. Today’s evening was supposed to be special and full of celebrations.
Mom and Dad were with me as we waited for my teacher to come to the office to retrieve me. When she arrived, she was kind and asked me to follow her back to her classroom. I said goodbye to Mom and Dad and followed my new teacher, the timid anticipation bubbling up inside me again. The room was empty because the other kids were finishing up their recess so my teacher, Mrs. Jaeger, introduced me to the morning work that the class did every morning. I was working on that when the students started walking into the classroom.
My mom worked a lot of overtime hours to support our family as my dad’s business did not always provide for us. Occasionally, my dad would sleep in a different room in the house. One day shortly after the end of my fourth grade year, when what was to be a summer to remember, my mom broke the news to me and my brother. It had ended. Mom and dad were getting divorced.
The sound of birds chirping garishly outside my window, wakens me from a deep slumber. Opening my eyes, I see the morning sun’s rays illuminating my room. I’m longing for sleep to engulf me back into its warm embrace. My father ruins any hope of going back to sleep as he hollers upstairs that breakfast is ready. Standing up and doing a morning stretch is when I first smell it.
This house was a fixer-upper and on lots of land. The house was on a farm. It had a pond, huge fields and had a barn. I was starting to like it because i was able to go wherever I wanted and explore. When I started school there I made friends very quickly.
I went out from the small room, and I found the place deserted, no guard, no masters, and no children. Frankly, I became more terrified, where everybody had gone? I went back to the big room, wishing to find back the other kids, but the room was empty. I panicked, I started crying, shouting, and calling for help. Suddenly, I was hearing voices coming; I went out of the room and from far I recognized my mother.
I was a nice pleasant morning when when I woke up . The sun was shining and there was a deer outside my window . I was really sure that today was going to be a good day. My mom and dad were downstairs making breakfast . My mom is a brave woman that see would do anything for her kids and she is a really good cook .
We all just sat there in silence. We have never experienced anything like this before. We arrived home and it was overwhelming. My priority now was making sure that my parents were ok. We have a huge family with a lot of support. I never left my parents side.
Everything was relatively routine in the townhouse, and in the April of fourth grade we moved into a house closer to my school. In this house I went from a child who was never close to her mother and in utter awe of her father, to defending my sobbing mother and becoming terrified of my best