This article is about my childhood memories of my parent’s divorce. It was not a nasty divorce, but a divorce is a divorce. No matter if it is an ugly divorce or a peaceful one, it is never pleasant to go through.My mother is from Rawang and my father is from Seremban. My mom moved down to Kuala Lumpur and they got married. I was born on March 9, 1991, in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia. I am the elder child.
When I was about 8 years old, my parents separated. The divorce was a ugly one, unlike other divorces that become peaceful. When my father leave my mum, my mum have nothing, not even a cent, but both me and my brother.Feel sad? I did, of course, feel unhappiness, but I was still of young age and not capable of fully understanding what was going on. They unfortunately turns to a stranger.
My father? He loves me so much, when i was a kid, i was her princess... I remember his hands hard as steel, but never was I without a meal. He was with me throughout my childhood,his love was unconditional, and he always understood. A strong love I thought we did share, but why did he leave without a care? When he left, I was devastated, and a lot of times quite aggravated.My father gave up everything he had.Sometimes I think he must have gone mad.This all from a wonderful man.In my heart I just don't understand. In the middle of night, sometimes i heard the noise of my parents fighting... I'm afraid, walking out of my door, and i saw my dad was slapping my mum... How can it happen? I say nothing but cry in front of them... and that's my childhood...
You knew me since I was born, you taught me wrong from right
you showed me the path to take and watched me grow in height.
You helped me tie my shoes, you taught me how to love,
you taught me how to count by two's and gave me great big hugs.
You fooled me with your laughter, you hurt me with your lies,
you turned my heart from hot to cold the day you said goodbye!
At first I didn't believe, what my momma said to me,
until she told me you had to go, and I sat and watched you leave.
It seemed unreal to me, like a vision or a dream,
I couldn't believe my daddy, would some day have to leave.
I didn't know for a long time, why momma made you go,
but then she told me that you cheated, and all I could say was no!
I thought that you were different, from all the other dads,
thought that you appreciated the family that you had.
But hey, what's that saying? That men are all the same.
I didn't believe that that was true until you brought me pain.
It's been about 8 years, since the day you walked out the door.
I looked at you from behind, and knew there would be no more.
