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A Loveless Love Story to Tell

My parent’s love story is not what every girl would dream about like a fairy tale with a “happily ever after”. My parents have a unique love story to tell. Allow me to share my parent’s unique love story.

They have been married for forty-one years, and been living together for forty-four years. My dad is the only man my mom has ever been with, and she met him at a park in Brooklyn when she was sixteen years old. My dad resembled John Mellencamp Cougar on his teenage photos. He had a long and feathered brown hair, loved to wear tight bell-bottom jeans, white shirt, and he drove an orange Trans Am. My dad was regarded as a “cool” guy and my mom was his complete opposite, being an ordinary and not so famous teenage girl.

My mom attended Catholic school, and her hair was always curled by her mother using Coca-Cola cans. Because of her parents’ strict rules, she found dating with my dad as a great escape, and her image drastically changed. She became hot and fabulous! She has a photo taken at a carnival wearing a yellow halter-top belly blouse and a tight bell-bottom jeans. Because there are no hair straighteners in the past, she used to iron her hair on her own.

My parents grew up in Brooklyn which was not overly dangerous at that time. Kids loved to ride bikes going to school, and used uncuttable bike locks to secure them while classes are going on. My mom was allowed to hang out at the park with friends until dusk, and my dad loved party all night long.

Just to get out of her parents’ house, my mother decided to accept my father’s wedding proposal. My mom craved for freedom because my grandmother was extremely hard on my mom.

My mom got pregnant at the age of 24, and my parents moved to Queens, where my father made good money working in a telephone company. My mom always dreamed of having children and becoming a good mom, and they decided to move to New Jersey when she got pregnant with me. My mother spent her twenty years of life taking of us, and she was a good mom.

However, as time went on, we saw the love, appreciation, and connection vanishing. They lived a routine life manyout so much memorable memories of their love and affection. My mother did not have a second chance, she did not have a career, and was not able to fully enjoy her youth because of her decision to enter married life just to escape prison, not knowing the lifetime sentence it brings.

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