I don't remember all that much but I knew at the time that my parents had issues. My biggest fear had been them getting a divorce, because I didn't know what I'd do. I would cry and cry over the idea. So on this particular day I was dragged to church like any other. Even then, I didn't believe in what I was doing, but I went because I was told to. I don't remember the sermon but I remember what came afterwards. We were about to leave and my mother and father were arguing about something. I don't remember what. They said they'd take separate cars, so my siblings and I had to choose who to go with. That, I think, was the first time I had to make a choice. I was very close with my mom, but for some reason or another, I chose my dad. I'd never seen him as sad as he was, but I didn't understand why. My brother was in the car with me, my sister was with my mom. My dad has always put on a strong facade, so he came off as angry that day. I remember thinking I should've gone with my mom, I heard my sister got icecream. I didn't know at the time, but I now know that my dad had been in a depression. He was suicidal and checked himself into the hospital, and that's what they were arguing. Looking back, it makes the memory feel important. My dad is not a very emotional guy, and knowing he went through that only showed the extent to which our family was broken. It was the beginning of the end. (They'd later get divorced.)