Amazing Kids! Magazine

The Change for the Better

By Ethan Trester, grade 8, Ohio

 

It was a warm, hasty day in the middle of the summer. I remember that my parents didn’t do the little things anymore. They didn’t say things like “thank you” or “love you.” After that, we were looking for another house. I remember asking, “Are we moving?” and “Where’s dad?” My parents had my brothers, sisters and me sit down on the couch next to the window that overlooked the front yard. My dad sat to the right of me and my mom sat on a chair to the left of the couch. Then they explained to us what was going on.

I remembered my brother Jacob asking, “Is this our fault?”

And my mother replied, “No, it’s not your fault.” My sitter Savannah ran to her room, then my other sister ran to my mother as I turned to look at my father, “Is this true?”

He looked at me and said, “Yes.”

There were millions of things that were going through my head, but the one that stuck was that I needed to get out of here. So I went to the one safe place I knew. I ended up in my workout room, and it felt like I was in there for days. The same things kept going through my head: Do I have to move? Will I stay in Mariemont? Do I have to choose between my mom and dad?

After being in there for what felt like days, I tried to find the one thing that could settle me down: my dog Faith. My heart was racing, and I heard my brother trying to keep Faith from me. There was one thing keeping me from my dog: a locked door. I didn’t think – I just acted. I kicked down the door. I could hear my dad running up to us, so I grabbed Faith and hid under my sister’s bed. My dad knew that I was hiding. She was a loyal dog, and if I told her to do something, she did it. So I told her to stay. I was going to try to run, until I heard my dad sit on the bed. He knew that Faith had a weakness for treats, so after he said, “Faith come” and she didn’t move, he said, “Treat.” Then my Dad said to me, “It’s not your fault,” and I could tell he was trying to make me feel better.

It was downhill from there. My mom took the pets, and we left the house. It was hard to live at two houses at first, but as more time passed, it was easier. We started doing fewer and fewer things with each other. We just all went independent.

I remembered after the divorce was finalized, each day felt less important. Maybe we all became affected by the divorce. I remember Jacob stayed more and more at my dad’s, Savannah stayed at my mom’s, Lauren stayed in between, and Jackson and I were stuck because we wanted to go to both. We needed to stay somewhere more than the other. I felt like our family was split in two.

Now I can look back and say it was for the better. I wouldn’t be where I am or how I am today without this experience.