Bad things happen to good people by Leigh
The perfect family. That is what people thought about us. Five kids, two loving parents and a big house over our heads. We were living with no worries everyday. We had enough food, enough money, and more than enough love. My father really helped the family come together. Worked long, hard hours but always still managed to be there for us. Was there to teach us all the things fathers should like how to swim, ride a bike and even how to swing a bat. Life was perfect but I never noticed it till now. I took everything for granted everyday. Never realized how short life can be. It was a summer night when it happened. He complained of heart pains and thought nothing serious of it. Such a sad story it is. He closed his eyes to go to sleep not knowing that they would never open again. Leaving his wife and kids, he made his way to the better side of life. With him leaving a part of me did too. Never would be the same after that night. All the prayers and cries unanswered. My mother's tears that fall every night, painted on her face. Taking care of five kids by yourself is so hard and unfair. Somehow she manages to do it with a big smile on her face. I know the pain she had but it's amazing what a smile can hide. I can see the sadness on my siblings faces even when they laugh. We can all see the pain we hide but for some reason never say a word about it. I now look back on those days and am so jealous about my old self, my old family,my old life. As much as I want things to be the same I know they never can be. There will always be pain and sadness and tears that will never dry. There will always be an open spot in the drive way and extra room on my mothers bed that was never there before. There will always be an extra seat at the dinner table and a voice missing from each holiday we share. But I know we are strong enough to make it though. I guess life is just a game to gamble, you never know what might happen.