I was nine years old when my parents were talking about divorce. But since I was just a child, I could not understand everything that was happening, until one day, after even more arguments and disagreements, their marriage ended. I lived with my mother because my parents believed children needed their mother’s care most of all. Even though my father had remarried, every day I eagerly waited for the weekends to spend time with him.
One day, I learned his other child had been born. That was when my father began to forget me. He stopped calling. I was a child who needed her father’s love but I had become invisible to him. So I created an illusion. My parents and I always had dinner together and sat by the TV afterwards.
Over the years, when someone asked me about my family, I told them my fantasy. I am sure children and teenagers do this because they don’t want to answer too many questions. It’s only now, when I wrote this story, that I have told the truth about my life and learned a piece of my heart will forever remain in my childhood.
