Shelia's Narrative Assigment

Mom..we are Fighters!!!

On March 1999, my parents decided that they could no longer stay together, my dad moved out and my mom would take care of my brother, my sister and me. The reason was because they just could not stand each other and used to fight everyday, no matter special occasion, happy birthdays or Christmas’ eve the last five years of their marriage were battle after battle. My oldest brother is a doctor and at that time was in the University and when I looked at him he seemed so indifferent, caring just about accomplishing whatever he had in mind. My oldest sister is a lawyer and that time was also in the University, she was all about her friends and parties. When my dad left the house I was sixteen and just finishing high school, and different from my brother and sister worried about talking my mom and dad into going to a psychologist or taking them to my neighborhood’s Church Priest. I got my mom’s attention and both tried to get my dad’s, but it never worked, he did not want to understand that it was not somebody’s fault but lack of communication, respect or team work between both of them.
I turned myself in my mom’s handkerchief because she cried and fight with me all the time, but then I realized it was not just with me, she was mad at the world. At the beginning was difficult to live with her I was mad at my dad and the only thing I wanted to do was stay at home and have fun with my friends with neither responsibilities nor University in my mind, but one day talking with my sister she asked me not to make my mom feel that she failed as a good mother also, is there when I decided to go to the University and keep supporting my mom.


I had to go to the University and then go home so she did not feel alone and in my free time do homework and make time to go with her to her friend’s get together. I did my best to make her feel that she was not alone, it was hard, but I tried.
The interesting part of this is that seeing her crying, fighting or screaming at me for an entire year, she gave me the most useful lesson of my life. My mom did as much as she could to saved her marriage, and it did not work, after that, she decided to go on. It was amazing watching her making plans, working hard as always, changing her look, and making me feel that we were fighters. We also learned that there is a story for each one of us written by the heavenly hands of GOD who is kind and just.
I moved two years ago, and things are different when you are by yourself in a different country, but I accepted the challenge and I will do my best….that is me.

TrishStevenson

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