Constant Beginnings

I was always quick to adapt to change. Whether it was a new hair cut, a new home or a new school, I accepted it all. Every time I had to go through a serious kind of change, it always felt surreal like I couldn’t quite believe it but I still went along with the flow of everything despite the many happenings. But the hardest thing to accept was the people, memories and things that left or were left behind during the change.
When I was four years old, my dad was diagnosed with cancer. My life drastically changed after that. My mom who spent a lot of time with my sister and I at home, dedicated all her time to work and my dad’s health. After school, my sister and I’s usual hang out would be in the hospital, wandering around the hallways and playing hide and seek. My mom had told me to cut back on our expenses and wouldn’t buy me toys because cancer treatments weren’t all that cheap. I didn’t understand fully what cancer was and how greatly it affected my daily lifestyle at that time, mostly due to my ignorance and carefree personality as a child. Frankly all I cared about at that time was playing with my friends and having fun. Fast forward to three years later I already was used to it, the weekly visits to the hospital, the smell of alcohol in my parent’s room and the daily prayers for my dad to get better. But he didn’t get any better. When I came home one afternoon from school, I was all giddy, happy and my sister and I were laughing the whole ride home but upon arrival I saw my mom with tears in her eyes and sad smile. My dad had already passed on, leaving my mom and my sister and I. My life changed once again. I had to deal with daily masses, people giving their condolences and the fact that my dad was no longer here. I would be lying if I said that I didn’t adapt in this situation too, not as fast but I did.
I knew that my dad would die eventually, the doctor said that he wasn't supposed to live that long anyway. After the funeral, and after everything had already calmed down my mom did a serious of changes like renovating our house, making me quit some of my extra curricular activities and such. She said this was our chance of a new beginning and with moving on. New beginnings are always hard, even if a person was quick to accept and adapt. The one thing that I learned was that nothing is ever permanent in this world, people will leave or get left behind, and people will always have constant new beginnings and there's nothing that can be done. But it's not all that bad, because like a new day it is a new beginning it is a chance to change, a chance to become learn and get better and have hope for the future.
(noname - narrative, prompt D, first paper)