Dear Attorney

25 July, 2019 Dear Attorney, I have always loved the concept of bringing a new life. A life that is formed because of love. A life that is wanted. A life that is sacred and a life that is blessed. These are what kept me going for years. They became my inspiration but I guess, the beauty of life doesn't apply to everyone. I'm not sure where to start, but I'll do my best to tell my story honestly. I was raised in a caring home. Because I was an only child, my parents lavished me with love and attention. My father is a pastor, and my mother is a housewife, and they were the best. We own a small market vegetable stall; we aren't wealthy, but we are content and happy. It all began when I reached the legal age. The days are always cheerful, or maybe that was just me? I could hear my parents arguing about money late at night, but when it's morning, they'll act fine. It was perplexing to my impressionable mind. My parents violently pounded on my door while calling me one Sunday afternoon. I opened it right away, thinking there was an emergency. Sharp glares from my parents pierced me the moment I opened the door. I was about to ask my mother what was wrong when she began throwing my clothes out of my closet into my baggage bag and told me I needed to leave because they don't want me anymore. My mind was a tangled mess as I tried to figure out what went wrong. My father was gawking at me, and my mother was trying to drag me out of my room. I began to cry and asked my mother what was wrong. She didn't respond, so I asked my father, who was following us, carrying my luggage bag. He did nothing but shrug his shoulders. We were in the living room when I began pleading, telling them that I would obey their orders and that I would no longer be stubborn if they would just let me stay with them. I'm completely unaware of what's going on, and I'm at a loss for I don't know what to do. I won't have anyone to turn to if I leave. We were nearing the door when my mother stopped, she then looked at me with a smile on her face and said that she was sorry. She also looked at my father and ordered him to accompany me to my room as she will prepare a snack for us. Muddled, I followed my father back to my room, and that day, we ate our snacks normally just like we used to. When they let me stay, I assumed everything was fine, and it was just a typical family quarrel. I was wrong. My biggest regret in life was begging to stay. It felt like the beginning of the worst days of my life.