FAMILY SHT
366 Words
**FAMILY**
My parents' quarrels always bothered me when I was little, and I always escaped from them to my only companion and refuge... imagination.
I remember that I often used to sit alone for long hours, imagining the life that my soul wanted. I would imagine myself in a happy family, where there was nothing but happiness and joy and no place for sadness and misery like my real life.
Every time my mother or anyone else from that family wronged me, imagination was the only refuge. I grew up, and my psychological complexes grew with me and only got worse.
My dad was always shouting like a madman at home because of work, so my parents had problems. On the 5th of December 2017, my parents decided to move to another country to start a new life and a new home without me. Dad wanted me to stay with my aunty, but I decided to stay alone. After all, my mom was against the idea, of course. They moved without me; they started a new life with my two big brothers, and I started my own—the lonely one.
From that day on, I decided to do everything alone. At first, it was simple: making food alone, cleaning alone, getting ready for school, making breakfast. A few days later, it started to get hard and tiring. I wasn't working; my mom was sending me money every month, and it was enough for me.
Years later, I finished high school, but I did not want to go to college or anything. I decided to stop there—enough with useless studying. After that, life started to get hard as hell. A few months later, my mom died... I'll let you imagine what I was going through...
By entering adolescence, my life had turned upside down, to the point that I wished to return even one day to my harsh childhood.
I just wanted a hug. One hug would have been enough to make my life normal today.
Now, after all these years, I tell you, Mom and Dad, that I don't want a hug, I no longer need it.
A broken heart... has happened.
- Writer
