Life Transformation
Felicia Festa
“Life is like a box of chocolates. You never know what you’re gonna get.” –Forest Gump. This quote implies that in life you never know what is going to happen. This may be true, but when reality kicks in do you really want it to be the truth? I was ten years old when my parents sat my sister and I down to talk about a separation. I never thought it to be a transformation of my life. Little did I know this separation was only the beginning. I can remember this like it was yesterday.
My mother was sitting next to my father on the couch in our living room. She was wearing her black glasses a grumpy sweat shirt,, pagama pants and her slippers. Her long brown curly hair was pulled back into a bun, and her beautiful green eyes were glassy like the look you get when you try to hold back tears from your eyes. My father was sitting next to her in a black Heineken T-shirt, jeans and sneakers, the way he always looks when he has just gotten home from work. His redish brown hair was laying down from the hat he was wearing all day and his large brown eyes could not hold back the tears my mother was able to fight from falling. Both of them looked as if they had been waiting for my sister and I to get home from school for hours.
Walking into our home through the side door and in the rough the kitchen we yelled “mom were home.” Now making our way to the living room we noticed our father home from work, and next to our mother on the couch. Not needing to say a word we knew something was wrong. They both looked up, and told us to sit with them. My mother no longer was able to fight back tears and began to speak. Asking us how we would feel if daddy moved out for a little while; nothing permanent yet. We didn’t understand fully but we both began to cry.
Months passed from that moment, and my parents had finalized a divorce. My father was living in an apartment in Clifton, and my mother, sister and I stayed in our
“Life is like a box of chocolates. You never know what you’re gonna get.” –Forest Gump. This quote implies that in life you never know what is going to happen. This may be true, but when reality kicks in do you really want it to be the truth? I was ten years old when my parents sat my sister and I down to talk about a separation. I never thought it to be a transformation of my life. Little did I know this separation was only the beginning. I can remember this like it was yesterday.
My mother was sitting next to my father on the couch in our living room. She was wearing her black glasses a grumpy sweat shirt,, pagama pants and her slippers. Her long brown curly hair was pulled back into a bun, and her beautiful green eyes were glassy like the look you get when you try to hold back tears from your eyes. My father was sitting next to her in a black Heineken T-shirt, jeans and sneakers, the way he always looks when he has just gotten home from work. His redish brown hair was laying down from the hat he was wearing all day and his large brown eyes could not hold back the tears my mother was able to fight from falling. Both of them looked as if they had been waiting for my sister and I to get home from school for hours.
Walking into our home through the side door and in the rough the kitchen we yelled “mom were home.” Now making our way to the living room we noticed our father home from work, and next to our mother on the couch. Not needing to say a word we knew something was wrong. They both looked up, and told us to sit with them. My mother no longer was able to fight back tears and began to speak. Asking us how we would feel if daddy moved out for a little while; nothing permanent yet. We didn’t understand fully but we both began to cry.
Months passed from that moment, and my parents had finalized a divorce. My father was living in an apartment in Clifton, and my mother, sister and I stayed in our