apprciate the little things in life

Remember that time when you felt miserable, like you couldn't live another second, and you would cry yourself to sleep for three weeks straight?
Until one day, you had enough. you felt like tearing all the walls down and screaming at the top of your lungs, but you choose not to. no, instead, you went into your room and locked the door. with a razor in one hand and the necklace your father gave you on your 5th birthday in the other. you walked over to the window wanting to watch the sun set in the distance. you wanted to die looking at something beautiful.
but something else caught your attention, a man, a father playing hopscotch with his child on the sidewalk. you smiled. you glanced at the glass dolphin that was attached to the necklace when the memory of your own father handing you this little pink box with a white ribbon that looked as if it were just munched up to create one messy little ball, which held your precious necklace inside came into view. "oh father you were never good at making bows." you laughed and in that moment in time, you knew you couldn't end your life. you knew how many people loved you. and you knew how broken your parents would be if they found you lying on your bed not breathing. the pain you felt, the misery... it wouldn't disappear just like that.
it would pass to your mom, dad, and sibling. your dad would probably quit his job due to your death because he loved you a lot and it was tearing him apart. your mother? she'd probably stay in bed crying her eyes out wishing that she were dead too. and while your parents are mourning over your death, your sibling felt alone. worthless. and because they had no one to turn to, they started cutting, skipping class, hanging with the erong crowd.
and like magic, the thought of all of that made you realize suicide wasn't the answer. you went to the bathroom and threw away the blade you were going to use and threw away your suicide note. but because of all that you are here now:
28 years old, mother of two beautiful children, and a happy living life. as of dad? well... he still cant make a bow.