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You know, how do I feel,
when I see other kids laughing
I ask myself why they are so lucky?
Because they have got both their parents with 'em
that I haven't.
Since my loved ones got divorced, when I was 6 years old.
I feel like crying when teacher tells to write
an essay about a trip I enjoyed
along with Mom and Dad.
I know, it's their lives, their choice,
but what about me?
I meet my dad every weekend,
otherwise I stay with my mommy.
Sometimes I realize they are fighting,
even over the phone,
I don't know why,
but I get silent after knowing that's happen.
I see my friends' moms cooking food for her kids,
while their fathers' playing basketball with them,
You know my parents used to do that too,
but then something called "divorce" came to our life,
I was 6 so I didn't know what it was,
I was told that Mom's going to take me to some other place,
while my dad will renovate our house.
a week passed, a month passed, but we never went home again,
until the day I figured I'll only meet my dad
during the weekends.
I asked 'em why? they answered "for your good"
why parents don't understand
what little kids go through,
when you tell them, "we're now divorced" . . .
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