My parents, both sitting sullenly on our front patio, smoking cigarettes, call me and my siblings out to the front to tell us something. My father speaks "So your mother and I have decided to get a divorce". My reality threatened I abstain from the idea that this can be true, completely blind to the emotional states of my parents. I'm thirteen years old, the eldest of three children. I don't think I feel anything at this moment, I really don't believe it to be true, my parents love each other, they would never break up, sure, they argue a lot, but they work it out. My younger sister runs inside as my parents sat lifelessly, I go run after her. she cries in her room her face burrowed into her pillows and stuffed animals terrified. I tell her, "C'mon they're only joking!" she cries to me "no they're not they were serious!" My father walks into her room as we sit there, he confirms it once again, it hits me, I feel overwhelmingly lost, and he comes to console us, the three of us crying now, all lost together.