Mom showed me the picture and I finally knew who my Dad was. About 4 years later, Dad came home and I remembered him saying this. "Joy, we need a divorce. I don't think I can handle this family with my work." "NO! MAX! PLEASE! boohoohoo...." Mom cried for the first time. I did not know what that meant until when I was about 10 and a half, Mom told me what happened between Dad and Mom. Since then, I hated Dad. I wondered why he suddenly left Mom. Mom and I left the house as our old, big house, was Dad's now. We shifted into a smaller apartment and I had to share a tiny bed with Mom. It was only a one-bedroom apartment. It was rater tiny but I could handle it. I had to take a longer route to school but I did not care. Usually during "family" meals, Mom did not eat and just spinned her chopsticks round and round. I poked my food with my spoon. I had to spend a lot of time with Mom if I could as I was the only child. If only I had a sibling... Mom said she would. I'm praying for it. I need a sibling. I feel very miserable for Mom.
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