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Anger, sadness, confusion and emptiness were just a small number of the emotions that suffocated my mind. Tiny, salty, droplets slowly rolled down the side of my face and parachuted onto the wooden desk in front of me where they settled in scattered pools which glisteed in the light.
"Is all this my fault?" I asked myself as the entire classroom envirionment was forced to one side of my overshadowed mind and all sorts of confusing questions marred by concentration. Coming to terms with what was currently taking place within my family was awfully difficult.
Thirteen years old and my parents were separating. What once seemed like a distant nightmare was now becoming a horrifying reality. I couldn't help but feel terribly distraught as I knew that when I arrived home from school, from now on my mother would no longer greet me as I stumbled through the front door. As I miserably strolled home I wept and sobbed, dreading the petrifying experience of coming home to an empty house.
Finally I arrived home. After slowly opening the front door, I timidly began to enter the dining room and glanced toward the dinner table where mum usually sat while asking me if I had a good day. Suddenly inside me,the cauldron of stirred emotions overflowed and I began to cry. Staring at an old family photo which was mounted on the dining room wall only contributed more to the pain that I was suffering at the time.
Ruka Te Moana, Francis Douglas Memorial College, 1996
