Memoir

Charlie Muller 707                                                                          11/12/13

Final Memoir

I remember when I first heard the news that my parents were getting separated. It was on a sunny Thursday afternoon and I’d been playing outside at the park with my friends most of that day. I was in fifth grade and I didn’t have any homework that day because It was towards the end of the year and my teachers weren’t giving out homework anymore. I was playing some video game. My mom said she wanted me to stop playing because we had something “important” to talk about. I was very excited and enthusiastic. My mom was sitting on one couch and my brother (Ethan) and my dad on the other couch. The couches were connected so I sat half on one, half on the other. Everyone’s faces were very grave.

“What’s up?” I say smiling and cheery.

“Me and daddy aren't going to be living together anymore, we’re getting a SEPARATION.”

That word punches me in the stomach and knocks the breath out of me; SEPARATION.

“We’re gonna take a couple of months apart. Maybe after two or three months we might feel different, or maybe not...” My dad explains to me.

He tried to console me like I was a small, scared child. Well, I actually was a small, scared child. I was in a kind of shock. I blocked out everything my parents and Ethan were saying.

A beautiful red robin outside rested on a thin branch.  

I didn’t care what anyone was saying! Tears rushed down my face, my dad tried to give me a hug but I moved away.  I HATE EVERYTHING!!!!! MY LIFE SUCKS!

My mom tried to reassure me. Now I felt like my parents were competing over me.  

The squirrel on the telephone line in the backyard scatters across onto a small tree and chomps on an acorn. Squirrel’s lives are so effortless! They just sit around all day and eat nuts! I wish I was a squirrel. Then squirrels  go out on these crazy adventures, like running from dogs, and fighting other squirrels.

I guess you could say my life was about to become one big gigantic, unusual adventure! We all go on our own journeys, we have friends who help us on this quest of life.

I slowly start to walk away from the couches, down the stairs, I’m walking away from my once normal, carefree life and starting a new one with a separation, maybe a divorce and these things as I write this now, two years later. But even today, I’m still not ready to face them. But, you have to face whatever you’re given in life.