Personal Narrative on Divorce :: Narrative Essay Marriage

It was the last Saturday in celestial latitude of 1997. My brother, sister, and I were chasing after each other throughout the house. As we were running, our parents told us to come and sit down in the living room. They had to tell us something. So, we either went down stairs wondering what was going on. Once we all got down stairs, the three of us got onto the couch. Then, my mom said, WellYour mother and I interrupted my father. Are getting a divorce, said my mother, completing his sentence. I was five at the time, so I had no idea what a divorce was. I then asked a ton of questions. Whats a remorse? I askedDivorce, corrected my older sister, Jennifer, D-I-V-O-R-C-E. Not remorse, or whatsoever you said My mother then answered my question saying, A divorce is when I could see her eyes watering, two married people dont want...to be married anymore.Will we still have intercourse here? I askedNo, answered my mother.Will we ever see Daddy again? asked Jennifer. Well of course, answered my father, Itll serious be like Im out of town for a very long time. Yall will see me either other weekend.My older brother, Jonathan, was very quiet at the time. I telephone he was quiet because he was the only one of the three of us who truly knew what was going on.With me being at the tender age of five, I was very confused of what was going on. I thought that Jonathan, Jennifer, and I would live in a house by our selves and that both my parents would visit us from their separate houses every now and then. Most people would think that Im depressed, but I like to think of my parents divorce as something positive that has happened in my life.