Thanks Mom And Dad: A Short Story

Thanks Mom & Dad
Aimee Madrigal Hi. My name is Paulina, and I, am a child of divorce. My parents began their divorce process 6 years and finalized it 4 years later, a period of unthinkable turmoil if you ask me. I’ll never forget that day, June 28th, at 7:03pm, where my life changed forever. It was a depressing, emotional, painful day. I vividly remember that day like it was yesterday, if I’m being honest, and I playback those memories and feelings like it were a broken record. It was June 28th, a beautiful day with a honeycomb-yellow sun, shining down on everything it touched. The high sunlit clouds drifted across the clear blue sky, and the grass swayed their tall spears from the momentary winds that flew by. It was truly the definition of what I would consider a “perfect day.” Unfortunately, that

I waved Clara goodbye as she pulled out of my driveway. I unlocked the door, and the first thing I hear are deafening yells coming from upstairs. I wouldn’t be surprised if the other side of my neighborhood could hear them. By no means did my parents realize my presence, and I wasn’t gonna let it be known either. I ran to my room as quickly as I could. I was mortified and simply locked the door to listen to what they were fighting about.
“Daniel, I HATE YOU!! GO TO HELL!” My mom screams at the top of her lungs.
“Don’t you dare yell at me like that!!” My dad screams back.
“Shut up! I can do whatever I want! And if you really feel the need to tell a woman what she should and shouldn’t do, you should pick up the phone and call your whore of a mistress!!”
I couldn’t take it anymore. My hysterical cries, my uncontrollable sobs, I don’t know how they couldn’t hear any of it, when I was just across the hall. I opened the door to the sight of my mom about to slap my dad, but stopped herself, once she saw me; the child that was created with the man standing in front of her. She’s crying. He’s crying and I have uncontrollable tears streaming down my