Same Person Different Perspectives

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 Child’s Perspective

I look over at the alarm clock it’s too early in the morning and I don’t want to get out of my bed. We woke up early yesterday for church so I deserve to sleep in a bit. Hannah being annoying as ever is rolling around in her bed trying to talk to me.

“Shut up I yell” and decide at this point it is better to just leave the room and see what mom is up too with grandma and grandpa. Of course she is crying again, with grandma and grandpa huddled around here praying. I don’t want to deal with it, it’s too early for that too. So I walk back to the room and explain to Hannah not to bother mom because she is crying yet again. 

Two minute later mom barges into the room “pack your bags, dad was in an accident.” But my dad is invincible so he’ll be fine. 


Adult’s Perspective


I remember waking up early in the morning, well early for being thirteen, the little neon red numbers on the digital alarm clock read 8:03am. It’s funny that I can remember the time I woke up so well but the events after getting up from bed is all hazy. I stumbled out of bed and sluggishly walked down the hallway that lead to the kitchen but heard my grandparents talking to my mom. So instead of showing myself completely I just peered behind the wall to see that my grandparents were praying over my mom and talking about something serious. Selfishly, I didn’t want to deal with my mom when she was crying, I thought that she is most likely being dramatic because she always cried. I look back now and realize how messed up that is to completely ignore my mom, but how was I suppose to know that dad was dead? It wasn’t until ten minutes after I walked back to my room that my mom barges in to tell my sister, Hannah, and I little to no information at all about my dad. 

“Quick pack up your bags, dad has been in an accident” that’s all mom had said to us before leaving to pack her own bags. I remember thinking that dad would be fine, there no way he is actually hurt. My dad, he was invincible and nothing bad could ever happen to him. I was young, I didn’t realize bad thing happened to good people. However, this is the real world, bad things do happen to good people and that day was our turn. 

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