What event impacted my life the most.

What event impacted my life the most? 

 I'm writing this because this is what made who I am. My mother had the chance to stay but she knew that in El Norte (aka USA) she had a better chance of giving her future kids and herself a better life. She met my father in the United States but they had known each other back in Mexico, they had gone to the same school and he claimed he had a crush on her. They had my oldest sister when my mother was 18, and from there the cheating began, after my youngest sister and I were born, my father had become abusive with my mother, my older sister and I. He tormented us until one day he decided to go back to mexico, my mother had to make a choice of going along with him or staying here with only a third grade education.

 My mother decided to stay and i knew it was because she understood that her daughters could still have a life here. I still remember the day he left us but I remember it as a day of relief, my father did a lot of damage to me and my family mentally and physically. The only memories I have of him were when he hit me and the day he left. Growing up I knew I had a dad but I didn't. I will admit I have trust issues because of him, and i know i was young and most people say that there isn't a way i could remember, but i could and till this day i believe that god removing him from my life was the best thing that could have ever happened to my family. 

My mother is the strongest human being I have ever met and I wouldn't trade her for the world because she has made so many sacrifices to give her daughters the best life possible. A few years ago I went to Mexico to visit my great grandfather who is turning 101, and my mother being the best person she is decided to take him to the hospital to get examined to make sure he was still healthy before we left back home, my aunt who was in charge of taking care of me and my youngest sister decided for us that it was time to see our father, when really I never wanted to see his face because I understood all the things he had done to me and my mother. Turns out my dad lived 1 minute away from my grandfather, so it wasn't hard to get there. My younger sister was too little to understand what had happened before she was born, but she was excited to see him and i couldn't take that happiness away from her cause she deserved every part of it and more, i went along. The second i saw him I didn't feel anything but hate, i started remembering the things he had done and how most of my issues were because of him and how he decided to leave us and start a new family. The first thing he did was hug us but i didn't want to I wanted to call him out for leaving us and telling people we were dead to him, but seeing my sister grow up held me back. The time we spent with him was different, it was like he changed, it felt like a dream.

 I didn't care for school but after that moment I realized that my mother made so many sacrifices, and now it's my turn, I want to go to college, I want to be successful and I want to build her the dream house she's always wanted because never in my life has she ever abandoned me. One thing i would love to pass on to my grandchildren is maybe blood is thicker than water but that doesn't mean you don't have the right to cut toxic people away from your life, and you don't have to feel sorry or ashamed because you should always do what's best for you and your loved ones. Staying humble is key, i could've yelled and told him all the things he's done wrong in life but what would that have really done? Nothing would have changed, yelling at him wouldn't have made him a better father to me. One thing that matters in life is effort toward you're education, because that can give you a head start in life and that doesn't mean you won't struggle at all but it helps with struggling a little less. And for my father, I know karma will deal with him and i just have to trust in that. Karma isn't necessarily bad karma can also be good.