When you are young, many events occur in your childhood years, such as lessons you learned, mistakes you made, sports you played, places you visited, people you met, and many more interesting events. In your mind the event remains transparent, perhaps as if it occurred yesterday. Realistically, it occurred five or six years ago.
During my childhood years, there is one event that I remember well. So well that I remember evem the smallest details that occured. When I was about the age of ten my parents decided to separate. At my young age I, like most typical children at that age, I didn't exactly understand the circumstances. It was exceptionally difficult to cope with. Throughout all the arguments between my parents, I recall a few lines of one argument clearly, like a bottle of purified drinking water. I remember standing outside of my mother's bedroom door that was slightly cracked.
She was on the telephone with my father and the two of them were arguing. As I stood in front of the white wooden door I remember hearing my mother tell my father that I was going to live with her during the separation because he was not my biological father. I was ten years old and wasn't sure what biological meant but I had an assumption. I could not believe what I had heard my mother say. I was overwhelmed with many different emotions and at my young age didn't know how to act upon them.
For days, I was devastated and constantly had thoughts flowing through my mind like water flows through the Mississippi River. I remember thinking can this really be true? My dad is my dad, right? Why did my mom say that to my father? I had so many unanswered questions...