Since I come from a broken family, people have assumed that kids like me will be mischievous, out of school, constantly go out drinking, having parties, and generally do strange things. However, not everyone is like that, as I, along with other kids I’ve met who also come from broken families, can testify.

Even though love is one of the most powerful things in the world, I suppose it isn’t strong enough to keep families together. My brothers and I grew up living under our father’s roof, who couldn’t care less about our actions or way of life. Due to our father’s instructions, we went nearly two years without speaking to our mother properly. As the only girl in the family, I found it hard to get through life without my mother’s assistance. I discovered how to live my life on my own as a result and tried to live it normally like other girls. For me, living the life I do now is a milestone, even though it may not be one for others. I credit this to God’s blessings, guidance, and my own efforts. Finding solutions, doing research whenever I had concerns, and, most importantly, maintaining a positive attitude despite the difficulties were all challenging for me.

Despite those difficulties, I chose to be thankful that they allowed me to experience that life rather than being depressed. It may be a waste that I got to live my childhood in questions rather than fun, but maybe I wouldn’t be able to live this life so peacefully now. All I am trying to say is that not everyone from a shattered home would do things that would just make their life worse; some people might be trying to find ways to carry on living it, like me. I may not have received all-out proper guidance from my family, but God’s never-ending guidance encouraged me to live the life I have now.