The Heroine

My father passed away when I was in the first grade. Before that, mom and dad had lived separately. I may not be the same as the stereotype of a feuding relationship that caused the divorce. But in a sense, I grew up in a single-parent family from the very beginning. I asked my mom the reason for the divorce a few years ago. Turns out, dad’s a little spoiled. Dad never went to work after their marriage, and at last, mom couldn’t stand it anymore.

I always imagined mom as a super-woman, an invincible hero of mine. Until that night. She was drunk when she came back. Her makeup ruined, tears were dropping like a flood. She grabbed me by the shoulder and asked could I forgive her of the incomplete family she gave me. That was the moment I realized she’s also a little girl that needs security and love.

Single parent family not only let me become more independent but also resulted in a stronger bond between my mother and I because we only have each other.

EL 2019/01/30

Remarriage

I grew up in a single-parent family. I didn't feel much at that time since my life looks like this at the very start. But sometimes I still wanted to have a father, not knowing that mom’s remarriage was the beginning of another nightmare. My stepfather was nice to me at first. But after my half-brother was born, he began to treat me badly: stark differences in treatment, as well as awful languages. I could always hear his deliberate whispers, those that were in deliberate to harm me. Home is a place full of enmity and strangers. At last, mom finally got divorced. We are both satisfied with the current situation. I love her, she loved me, and that is enough.

DW 2019/05/18

After All

They divorced before I was born. My father went abroad and could not come back because he was caught up on criminal law. Initially, the purpose of the divorce is to avoid legislative trouble that would bring the whole family into chaos. It was, in fact, done for the best of the family. As a result, my mother raised me in Taiwan, alone. But later, my father had an affair.

Since the discovery, our family has been full of misfortunes. Mom started to drink heavily, was sick soon. She waited for dad to come back until the last minute of her life, longing for the home we once had. In fact, I didn’t know any of these until mom told me before she died. I was furious, as no one except me ever condemned my father for his wrongdoing. Despite my anger, I couldn't really hate him or blame him... because after all, he was still my father.