Student
St. Pauls School of Youtheology
June 10, 2011

This morning I woke up and started to think about my life. While I was eating breakfast, I saw my father shouting at my mom, because breakfast was not what he was expecting. Then I went to school, and on my way I saw a father taking his son to school, taking his hand, and being careful when they crossed the street. Then at lunch time, my mom and I were eating and my father was not there, and my mom told me not to worry about it. Then like every night I saw through my window my father walking on the sidewalk with a beer in his hand all drunk like every time he goes to play poker with his friends. He entered the house and he started to fight with my mom. He started to punch her, and I was trying to not hear my mom screaming and crying telling my father, please stop! After a couple of minutes the screaming voice of my mom stopped. I heard my dad close the door very rapidly and I heard his car wheels. He was gone. I went down and my mom was bleeding. She was unconscious. At that time all I could do was call 911 and pray for hope.

The ambulance arrived and I saw how they closed the door while my mom as losing a lot of blood. First I got very mad I didn’t understand why God gave me a father that didn’t love me. I started to scream asking and complaining why God was that unfair.

My mom was delicate. I was worried and tired of that kind of life. I wanted some kind of hope. I just wanted to find a father like others that loved his sons, even when they get detention or do bad things. Then someone came into my life and talked to me about my heavenly father who now is the best example of hope and happiness.