My Parents Didn’t Show up for
Hello, everyone. I need to share something that has weighed heavily on me.
A few years ago, I graduated, a day I had worked so hard for and was incredibly proud of. I was excited to share this milestone with my family, especially my parents. However, their absence that day has haunted me ever since.
As I sat among my classmates, I kept scanning the crowd for my mom and stepdad,convinced they were somewhere in the sea of faces. “They’re probably running late,”
I kept telling myself. When my name was called, I walked up to the stage,hoping to see their faces in the crowd, but they were nowhere to be found.
After the ceremony, I received a message from my mom: “Sorry, we couldn’t make it.
Something came up with your stepsister. We’ll celebrate later. Congrats!”
My stepsister Iris had thrown a tantrum over a broken nail. Anger, hurt, and disbelief swirled within me.
When I confronted my parents at home, they casually explained, “Your stepsister broke a nail.
She was inconsolable.” I realized their priorities were skewed. In my anger,I packed my bags and left to stay with Justin’s family, who welcomed me warmly.
Years later, at my college graduation, I hoped my parents would redeem themselves.
Once again, they were absent, missing the ceremony because Iris wanted a specific cake. Despite their repeated disappointments, I found support in Justin and his family,realizing that my parents’ actions didn’t define my worth.
