Saying Goodbye Under the Glow of the Kitchen lights November 6, 2009
My parents used to love and adore each other. They used to be the best of friends, they laughed a lot, talked a lot, and hugged a lot. I always thought that we were a pretty awesome, if not a perfect family. I believed it until the day I was shaken back to reality that perfection does not exist in real life.
I was and still am clueless on what happened to them. The only thing I remembered was my dad saying a lot of weird stuff about goodbyes, parting, and staying in touch while we ate our midnight snack under the sad glow of our kitchen lights. Somehow the glimmer of the light was as gloomy as the atmosphere that night. But I may have been really stupid because I didn’t have the slightest clue on what was happening. The next morning my dad was gone. My mom was the one left trying to explain how they have grown to be different persons in the years that passed; how they have fallen out of love, hence, the decision to separate.
I was lost. I was confused. I felt betrayed that I didn’t get the chance to say goodbye, that I wasn’t consulted on what I thought about what was happening or how I felt. That was how I felt then; funny, it has been five years and four months since I found out, but I still feel the same.