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I was given possibly the hardest task of my life just a little while ago; I was forced to tell my eleven-year-old sister that our father is being deported in less than a week, and I was the one left to pick up the pieces thereafter. I'm horrible at dealing with these types of situations, so I had no idea what to say. Her reaction nearly succeeded in crumbling my own emotional barriers, but I felt that she needed to know. If we'd waited to tell her on Friday during our visit, the chances of her being inconsolable would have increased exponentially; however, since she's been informed before hand, at least she'll have a few days to come to terms with it--as much as one can anyway, I suppose.
There are two things that really stand out in my mind about our conversation. the first is what she said about Eydie and Ruben:
"Now both of my parents are gone."
The utter vulnerability of that statement nearly reduced me to tears, but that would have probably succeeded in making things even worse than they already were.
The second thing she said was along the lines of "But I preyed so much; I even told God that all I wanted for my birthday was my dad being able to stay. I told him that I didn't want presents, or even a party--all I wanted was my dad to stay."
*Sighs*
I'm exhausted; I think I'll go and sleep for a couple days straight now.
There are two things that really stand out in my mind about our conversation. the first is what she said about Eydie and Ruben:
"Now both of my parents are gone."
The utter vulnerability of that statement nearly reduced me to tears, but that would have probably succeeded in making things even worse than they already were.
The second thing she said was along the lines of "But I preyed so much; I even told God that all I wanted for my birthday was my dad being able to stay. I told him that I didn't want presents, or even a party--all I wanted was my dad to stay."
*Sighs*
I'm exhausted; I think I'll go and sleep for a couple days straight now.