Even before I learned how to write my full name, I witnessed a not so perfect part of my life. I would prefer not to go on details but I still get a picture of that night my parents separated. We were a happy family and both mom and dad did what they were ought to do, to become the best as they can be as parents of four children. They loved us in their own ways, provided us with everything we needed and more. But fate has it that they can’t live together under the same roof and would later forget they were husband and wife.
Growing up, I wished I didn’t have to be part of that scenario but the thing of the past is what basically molded me today. And if given a chance to change things, I would still allow the events to go on, I wouldn’t mind going on the same process. :)
