At the age of 17, I was so heartbroken when my parents decided to get a divorce. But a few weeks after that call was made, I had an offer to further my studies in Tokyo, Japan. Everything changed after that, I had put behind me the hurtful feelings and was grateful I had something to divert my attention from all that was happening. When I came back home, I realized that the divorce was a good thing that happened in my family. My mum and dad became good friends with no quarrels and they could speak about anything to each other. I could see the love between them. After all, I guess divorce is just another kind of love and not a killing machine.