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They stared at me constantly from the corner of that room. I was too far from that clumsy, rectangular room, too far to witness their ungainly faces, but I could feel their pity for me. Weeping, I was left alone to preserve with the obnoxious surroundings-a police station.

“It’s better to live with a single parent than living with both parents in an uncomfortable relationship”-the words that can scare the wits out of any 6yr old girl. Nevertheless, the cop said them without showing any prudence for me. Perhaps, he was not able to understand the tender emotions of a child who was surrounded by lock-ups and those frightening MojoJojos which she saw only on her favorite Power Puff Girls (PPG) show. I’d never imagine that my parents would complain about “Domestic Violence” against each other. Domestic violence, what’s that? However even the PPG couldn’t have helped me out from that invidious situation where you are being asked to choose one between your parents. That was the only thing that my little brain could take-choose one. Having little fondness for dictionaries, the rest alien words that the cop uttered were baseless to me-divorce, court hearing, and alimony. My innocence, my fairytales, PPG shows all were sullied by that incident.
FORTUNATELY or UNFORTUNATELY, the divorce didn’t happen. They remained ambivalent about their marriage. But it neither stopped those court letters from bundling up in the mailbox nor my tears spoiling my books. Somewhere deep inside their marriage became my biggest adversary.
Childhood memories are something to cherish throughout one’s life, but that isn’t the case here. I hated summers. That was the time when I had to stay at home and listen to all the exciting and adventurous family vacation plans of my friends. We hardly had vacations, but when we had, the only memories that flashes are not of those pristine beaches, or hill top resorts, or adventure parks but their ambiguous disputes and fights. I tremendously endured the sufferings. My grades had a steep decline with each year passing by. I was wounded emotionally and gradually turned anomic. However, devastating summers comparably turned peaceful when dad separated, a time I spent witnessing the deepening of mom’s inverted smile(as I call it). Pictures of dad playing chess with me or attending the annual parents-teacher meeting are something my memories lack. Five years we didn’t see each other. Those years gave me a maturity that no other child of my age had- the Power of Acceptance.
“When we oppose, we resist reality, and life becomes an endless series of disappointments, frustrations and sorrows. Once we learn to accept and embrace, we find real happiness.”-to quote David Richo author of “Five Things we cannot Change”. This has changed my perception towards life. Adopting an attitude of acceptance can neutralize unpleasant experiences and transform them into pleasant ones. If we don’t learn to accept, we’ll go on chasing shadows and faraway mirages forever, never realizing that they only look beautiful when we are far from them.
I accepted my life the way it was and found myself in a constant state of happiness and peace. The separation provided me the opportunity to bring them back together after five years and pass on to them the value of acceptance. That didn’t solve everything but certainly reduced their sufferings to a great extent. I gained a lot from my parents’ “FAILED” marriage; as people refer to it, but as time passes on we are embracing more and more of love and acceptance.

And it’s FORTUNATE that it never happened.

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