A Reason For Everything

There’s a logical reason as to why certain things happen to certain people, like there’s a moral value or a life lesson behind what happens. For example, your parents are there because you’re supposed to learn something from them. That’s why throughout your life they help prepare you to become an adult.

I remember that I had just started the 3rd grade in a town I didn’t know. I remember coming home from school that day. Once I had finished my homework, my dad called me into the living room, but my mom was in another room down the hall. Even at the mere age of 8, I could feel something was not right.

My dad sat me down on the footstool, directly across from him in the chair. “There’s something I want to tell you, and you might not like it,” he said. He told me that he and my mom were getting a divorce, or in terms that children could understand, “Mommy and Daddy aren’t going to be together anymore.” Being as young as I was, I instantly burst out crying. I had started crying so loud, in fact, that my mom had rushed from the other room to see what had happened to me. She raised her voice at my dad and began saying that he should have waited like they had planned and now he had ruined their planned speech. I remained crying for the next several days, once I had gone home from school.

About 4 years had gone on since that day, and everything was made final. My dad had got remarried to a “woman”—the quotes because she was very young, especially compared to my father—and she previously had a son out of wedlock with another guy. About 3 years after the divorce, we found out that my dad was diagnosed with cancer (some type, I don’t recall since I was little) and it got worse with each passing day. I never liked going on visitations to my dad’s, it was always very boring, so I liked to walk to my grandma’s house down the street. Sometimes even she would come to visit.

As you read this, please don’t pity me. One day, my grandma was over to watch my dad while my stepmom—I still wrench at the thought of her—was at work. He was having a bad day, and not feeling very well. He had his good days and bad days. Something with his health happened, forcing us to call 911 and rush him to Hospice. I wasn’t aware of what Hospice’s purpose was at the time. I consider that a good thing. I had to keep on going that night, and return to school the next day with one less parent. My mom has done an excellent job raising me by herself through my teenage years, I’m a stronger person now. That’s why I believe that everything happens for a reason.