Final Evidence 2 - Creative Writing
It was a nice day, my parents had just come home from work and my brother and I were watching television. My mom started to cook dinner while my dad joined us on the couch. After the food was ready, we ate dinner and talked about our day. The house was filled with joy and laughter and everyone was had smiles on their faces. Everything was perfect, there was absolutely nothing that could go wrong. At least, that’s what I thought at that time.
Everything started going wrong. It was all happening so fast, I had no idea what was going on. One day, my mom and dad were screaming and arguing with each other. The next day, they were not talking or even sparing a glance to each other. I did not know what caused this, and I did not like it at all. My brother and I were scared. Sometimes, he would come to my room and we would cry together. Both of us knew that our family was breaking apart. Our family was not the only thing breaking, our hearts were, too.
The day that I was dreading had finally come. My parents had signed their divorce papers. I knew that it was going to happen someday, but I had no idea that it would come so soon. What shocked me the most was that instead of fighting for my brother and I, they sent us away to our grandmother. I guess they did not love us as much as I thought they did. My brother and I were sitting in the plane, going to a different country.
Five years later, I was 16 and my brother was 14 years old. We have not heard from our parents in those past years. No visits, no emails, no letter, not anything. It was safe to say that our parents had officially abandoned us and did not want us anymore. Our real “parent” was our grandmother who provided us with a lot love in those five years. She cared for us more than they did and she never abandoned us. Even though a long time has passed since my brother and I got sent to another country, I was not over it. I still thought about my parents and how it would have been like if they did not divorce or send us away. Every time I think about that, I would start to get angry and upset, then cry and cry for a long time.
Five years after that is the present, I am 21 and my brother is 19. That means 10 years since our family had broken up. I am now over it and I stopped crying over my parents. I accepted the face that our family is broken and will never be able to go back to the way it was before. Hopefully, I will get a happy family that is not broken in my next life.
This creative writing related to Maya’s broken family in I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings, when she is sent off to Momma Henderson with Bailey.