I was now the child of divorced parents. At first, my dad and I saw each other every Sunday. Those few hours we spent together were enough for me. He'd pick me up at 10 am. First, we'd go for a nice breakfast, and then do whatever I wanted. We'd talk non-stop. I would...
This must have been a bad dream, and it was time to wake up. My dad saw the shock on my face, and came closer. He held up my face, and kissed my forehead. As I felt his warm kiss on my forehead, I realized that all this was real. I was now the child of divorced parents....