Time really does wonders. It can make a rich man poor, a poor man rich,
happy people sad, sad people happy, it can turn hate into love and some times
love into hate. That’s the best and the worst thing about time, it changes so
tirelessly that it makes everything ephemeral.
Especially when it comes down to feelings. No matter how strong and
everlasting they may seem, sometimes it fades away…and the process is so slow
that you don’t realize how much has changed until you stop flowing with the time
and look back.
My parents met at a party. My dad was a journalist and my mom was a nurse.
He offered to drop her home and I guess that was the beginning of everything.
They lived in Paris for two years after which my mom got pregnant with
me. My dad decided that if we are going be a family, we better have a bigger
house. So we moved to a city, a little away from Paris. My dad started his own
business and my mom helped him out with that.
Very soon I was born.
My parents were really involved with me; they did everything and
anything to make my life comfortable. Including marriage! When I was 3 years
old my parents celebrated their wedding. I still remember it; it was at Reunion
Island in France. I have small memories from that day really clear in my head
because it was such a happy day. There were kids throwing flowers everywhere,
my parents were beautifully dressed and the location was so mesmerizing. I had
the job of walking up to the priest and giving him the wedding ring. I dropped and lost the
ring. Hey! I was only 3 years old. We spent like 10 minutes looking for it but
nobody could say anything to me because I was a baby. but soon we found it and MY PARENTS WERE MARRIED.
The after party was at a beach. There were little boats everywhere and
everyone was enjoying themselves. Everything was perfect. A Reunion Island
superstition is that if it rains on your wedding day, it means good luck. And guess what? It rained!
I grew up in a small city a little away from Paris. I was a happy child.
My parents were happy, the house was always well organized, there was always
good food, and just the whole atmosphere was so joyous.
My parents decided to have another baby when I was 5 years old. My mom
had a horrible pregnancy. She was always in pain. We went to the hospital so
much. I remember that’s where I spent my 5th christmas was. I have a photograph
of me in the hospital with my Christmas present- a pink castle with a Barbie
Doll.
Once my sister was born, things became like they were. Our small happy
family became a little bigger.
It was when I was 8 years old things began to change. My parents were
always screaming and fighting. I always heard them shouting when I was in bed,
I never knew the reason, I just knew that things had changed so drastically.
It was their marriage anniversary one day. My mom had dressed up, made
food and decorated the house but my dad just came home and completely ignored
everything.
I kept asking him, “ Why don’t you kiss her? Why don’t you kiss her?”
and he told me “because I don’t want to”.
We moved around a lot. We shifted to Versailles. At this point there was
nothing left between my parents. One day I went to my dad’s office room and
asked him if he is going to divorce mom. He said, “ You know Anna, sometimes
when two people don’t love each other anymore, they divorce”.
I cried so much that day. I wasn’t very happy with school, I didn’t have
many friends and the last thing I wanted was to not have my parents together. I
always tried to be a good kid; I got good grades so that I wouldn’t be the
reason that my parents separated.
Now we have moved to The United
States, my parents don’t love each other anymore but they are OK.
Life doesn’t always turn out to be the way you expect it to. I didn’t expect
this and I am sure my parents didn’t either. I may not be in the best position
in my life right now; I constantly live in the fear that my parents will leave
each other. But I guess it’s OK, I rather see them happy separately than
unhappy together.
P.S: I have written this on behalf of my friend. This is her life story
not mine. I have simply written it in the best way I can.
P.S.S: Thank You Anna for sharing it with me. I love you.
