Ugh. I hate today's challenge. It reminded me of that time. Well, everybody can usually point to a specific time when their lives took a dramatic turn. Now, we all have different points where this occurs, some more dramatic than mine. But I bet that most of us can point to a specific point in time when it all turned.

Now, don't think I was having a bad existence at that time. By the time October 2006 had rolled around, I was truly getting my shake on. Here I was, (I don't mean to brag, just sharing) an active student, always on the cream of the crop list, making so many friends, my cool brothers looking out for me and guys I couldn't even imagine would like me.

But underneath the hype and the glow, I still had a deep seeded level of misery. No, its not the suicide-thing-kind-of-misery, but I wasn't very happy. You see, my dad and my mom started to fight about something, but I thought it wasn't that of a big deal. So I didn't bother to ask them, and so did my brothers. We thought that the fights were just petty problems not worth sharing with us and that it'll eventually end the next day. But it didn't . It lasted for weeks, even months and it was a nightmare. My mom would always be angry at us, made us do things that she'd never really asked us before, my dad coming home drunk, always looking for a fight with my mom, not eating at the same time anymore... and other things that are too painful to share. With that, I was very unhappy, but I made myself forget all of it when I'm at school. Because school and my friends are what's keeping me sane back then.

Anyway, I told myself that I wasn't going to let this misery get the best of me. That I would still be who I was when Im at school. I thought I couldn't do it, but thanks to my friends and school activities that always kept me busy, I somehow forgot everything thats happening at home. At least for a while. Then one day, I learned about everything that my mom and dad were arguing about. I was like shocked, hurt and confused all at the same time when my dad told me. Yep. My dad told me everything. As much as I want to share it here, Im not sure if I can because until now, I don't know if everything he said was true, and I haven't actually heard my mom's side of the story. In fact, I don't even want to know her side at all. I don't want to hear anymore of it. Its already painful hearing my dad's. You see, also, when dad told me the reason, he was crying to me. I've never seen him cry before it was heartbreaking. He told me that he would leave us and that he really can't stay with my mom anymore. I cried when he said that. I don't want him to go, so I beg him and even assured him that everything will be okay eventually.

That day, I made him promise me that he won't think of leaving us. Ever.

It was until I got home weeks later that my world turned upside down. All I can remember is asking my lola repeatedly "Lola, where's dad?" My lola just looked at me emotionless, I remember running upstairs into my parents room finding all his stuff gone out the wardrobe and all his dvd and cds also gone. It was the worst day of my life as I didn't know where he was and if I will ever get to see him again. I tried calling and texting him but he didn't reply. Weeks and weeks passed, still no answer. With that, I almost flunked my exams, always crying to my friends everyday, etc.

That was probably the worst year of my life and it still makes it worst now knowing that he broke his promise to me even if we see him thrice every year.

Ugh. I hate today's challenge. It reminded me of that time. Well, everybody can usually point to a specific time when their lives took a dramatic turn. Now, we all have different points where this occurs, some more dramatic than mine. But I bet that most of us can point to a specific point in time when it all turned.

Now, don't think I was having a bad existence at that time. By the time October 2006 had rolled around, I was truly getting my shake on. Here I was, (I don't mean to brag, just sharing) an active student, always on the cream of the crop list, making so many friends, my cool brothers looking out for me and guys I couldn't even imagine would like me.

But underneath the hype and the glow, I still had a deep seeded level of misery. No, its not the suicide-thing-kind-of-misery, but I wasn't very happy. You see, my dad and my mom started to fight about something, but I thought it wasn't that of a big deal. So I didn't bother to ask them, and so did my brothers. We thought that the fights were just petty problems not worth sharing with us and that it'll eventually end the next day. But it didn't . It lasted for weeks, even months and it was a nightmare. My mom would always be angry at us, made us do things that she'd never really asked us before, my dad coming home drunk, always looking for a fight with my mom, not eating at the same time anymore... and other things that are too painful to share. With that, I was very unhappy, but I made myself forget all of it when I'm at school. Because school and my friends are what's keeping me sane back then.

Anyway, I told myself that I wasn't going to let this misery get the best of me. That I would still be who I was when Im at school. I thought I couldn't do it, but thanks to my friends and school activities that always kept me busy, I somehow forgot everything thats happening at home. At least for a while. Then one day, I learned about everything that my mom and dad were arguing about. I was like shocked, hurt and confused all at the same time when my dad told me. Yep. My dad told me everything. As much as I want to share it here, Im not sure if I can because until now, I don't know if everything he said was true, and I haven't actually heard my mom's side of the story. In fact, I don't even want to know her side at all. I don't want to hear anymore of it. Its already painful hearing my dad's. You see, also, when dad told me the reason, he was crying to me. I've never seen him cry before it was heartbreaking. He told me that he would leave us and that he really can't stay with my mom anymore. I cried when he said that. I don't want him to go, so I beg him and even assured him that everything will be okay eventually.

That day, I made him promise me that he won't think of leaving us. Ever.

It was until I got home weeks later that my world turned upside down. All I can remember is asking my lola repeatedly "Lola, where's dad?" My lola just looked at me emotionless, I remember running upstairs into my parents room finding all his stuff gone out the wardrobe and all his dvd and cds also gone. It was the worst day of my life as I didn't know where he was and if I will ever get to see him again. I tried calling and texting him but he didn't reply. Weeks and weeks passed, still no answer. With that, I almost flunked my exams, always crying to my friends everyday, etc.

That was probably the worst year of my life and it still makes it worst now knowing that he broke his promise to me even if we see him thrice every year.