I'm 16 years old, It is April and the spring's incense is gliding through the air. I can feel the breeze push through my hair, keeping my eyelids far from closing. It was the most beautiful day of the year, and I remember lying near my pool feeling luxurious and relaxed. I felt the way every teenager should want to feel at my age, free and content. My life consisted of spending countless moments gossiping about life's flaws instead of life's gifts. What bewildered me the most was the fact that my life was going so smoothly with out any cost. At the time, I could almost grasp that moment where I felt like the happiest person life could bring. I loved what I had, but was it that I had begun to speak and think too soon? Was there really a cost to my happiness?
             Sooner than I knew my answer had come. The environment of the house began to change as well as my parent's moods. Constant arguments would occur, and I would find my mother trying to comfort my father more often. I wasn't quite sure what was happening until my mother whispered it to me one day. "You're father is having a lot of problems at work. He is under going a lot of stress lately, and you have to make sure you don't do anything to upset him." I wasn't too worried about this because I knew things would become positive again. After thinking this through once or twice, my mind became situated on one thing, buying a new car. I had waited 16 years of my life for it, and it still wasn't in my hands.
             A few days later, my father came home with a smile and a bit of courage on his face. I knew things would become positive for him again, and I was right. Positive for him, but horrible for us. He quit his job and was confident in his decisions, but it left our family in a difficult situation. My mother began pulling all the weight of the house, leaving her stressed day by day. From that day, I knew that the things I wanted w...