3rd of July, 2007
July, another month of heavy rainpour cloaking the window of my bedroom. Something keeps on giving me the chills. It was a banging sound. My parents are fighting outside the door that kept me in seclusion. I didn't know if it was the roaring thunder that startled me or the disruptive clanks of fallen pans in their kitchen battlefield.
My legs wouldn't stop trembling. I remember what my mom used to tell me when it comes to fear, anger or sadness-prayer. I prayed to God to end this gloomy madness. Suddenly, the lights shut off and all I could see is the blast of lightning aside form the pitch-blackness of my spacious bedroom. I crawled out of my bed to find a flashlight but I tripped down. Under the bed is a Bible revealing itself after every spark of lightning and thunder. Something about the book compels me to grab it. I took it with my small 10-year-old hands and felt its leather texture.
Standing from the ground, I continued to search for the flashlight in the drawer while carrying the Bible around my left arm. When I found it, I turned it on-projecting the light I needed. Then I heard the unlocking click of our own car. Stroding through the dark wilderness, I saw my dad packing his bags at the back of it.
He is going to leave us. And he did. But before he went inside and drove off with some woman, he glanced up to the window of the room where I stood and saw my devastation through the look of my face. He did not say a word.
I never saw him again.
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