Why Me

Why Me?

I remember that day like none other. The day my dad told me my mom was going to leave, and not come back. The day when bad turned to worst, and worst turned to horrible, and there was nothing no one could do about it. I remember thinking what most people think, why me? Just thinking that over an over again, every night, crying and thinking, why me?

About a year ago my older sister, Erin, left, and before her my other sisters, Rachel, and Nicole left, too. And now, not only was my mom leaving, but my older brother as well. I knew things were not going to well between my parents, but these were the two people I would last expect to split apart the two people that were supposed to be the strong ones of my family, the leaders, the examples, but now they, too, are torn. My family reminds me of a fragile flower, piece-by-piece, every petal falls. Now thinking back on all of this again, I ask myself…why me?

Now the part when worse turns to horrible. I had to help my mother, and my brother, move all