Even though bad things

Come, good things can come out of it.

I was walking around south creek; I wasn’t a big fan of going outside, neither was I a happy girl. Nothing surprised me, nothing fazed me. I wasn’t just trying to get through every day.

I didn’t like my parents, and I didn’t like my life. One day I found out that my parents were getting a divorce, here’s how it was handled:

“Sweet heart, come sit down.” My mother said.

“So, what’s hanging?”

“Jill, your father and I are getting a divorce . I know this is hard for you but-“

At that moment I got mad and ran away. I knew I didn’t like my parents at all, but I knew deep inside there was some love there for them. I didn’t want to talk to them for days, weeks, eventually they separated, and I got used to it. But from that day on I realized that having parents together is a blessing… and that I needed to be grateful for what I had. So since then, I was sort of happy … different. Although I still struggle deep with not having a dad.

(Fictional story)