Personal Narrative

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As the persistent, hot sun left beads of sweat on my neck, I ran along the pavement to my family’s apartment. I unlocked the door and, out of habit, I went to set my book bag on the couch. I froze. The couch was gone. In fact, everything was gone; all except a few cardboard boxes sitting on the dusty windowsill. It was only then that I noticed my dad sitting against the wall, eyes puffy and red. Before that point, the divorce never phased me. My parents had been quiet about their problems, keeping all the drama behind the curtain. It wasn’t until that moment, the moment I saw my dad break inside, that the divorce really set in. As kids, we look at our parents and think they’re invincible. Then someday reality sets in and you realize they aren’t

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