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When I was about six year olds, I never expected my parents to get a divorce. Of course I noticed that I didn’t see my father as much, but the day my mother told me I was heartbroken. I cried for weeks to the point where I needed to go to a counseling group with other students who were in the same kind of situation. I would always think I did something to cause my parents to split up. Even though it seemed impossible to everyone else, I always hoped they would get back together and we could be one big happy family again. That was until I met my future stepmom, two weeks after I found out my parents were getting divorced.
I never imagined this lady I met in the park would become such a big impact on my life. At first I was shy, as I always was with new people, but soon warmed up and started having fun. We played Uno under a tree and laughed. I was so young that I didn’t realize that this was my father’s girlfriend. Once she started to be around more than a “friend” would, my dream of my parents would get back together crumbled. That was until she wanted to have kids and my father didn’t. I was eleven at the time and she had left for California. Both my parents would come to my swimming lessons and we’d all have dinner afterwards. My dream of being a family again came back with full force.
I was having a party at my mother’s best friend. I wrote a few poems and the school made a big deal out of it. Back then; it was a big deal to me too. When I invited my father and he said he was going on a business trip, I never would of thought he was going to see this woman who had crushed my dream before. I didn’t find out that this was the reason he didn’t come to the party until a few years ago. I still have a hard time dealing with it.
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My journey from when I was a shy six year-old girl dealing with my parents divorce to when my brothers were born, I have grown dramatically. I learned that even if I have a dream, that doesn’t mean it necessarily would become a reality. As much as I wanted my parents to get back together, I saw, as I got older, they have become two completely different people. I’m just thankful they were together long enough to have a little baby girl, me! Though, I still blame my stepmother for my crushed dream of having my two parents together again, I’m so thankful she gave birth to my two brothers who have my heart. People say everything happens for a reason, and this chapter of my life proves that too be true because without my parents divorce, I wouldn’t have two brothers who love me as much as I love them.

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