I'm just a Child

"Hey! you're really making me go crazy!" Mummy shouted at me with blazing eyes. " Seems like he needs a brain reset" Dad's voice echoed from the study room and I heard the bang of the door. Surely, I already knew I'm in a hot soup. My father's presence, in short, only his voice makes my heart fly. Yesterday really wasn't funny for me at all. The marks on my skin and the pain as a result of long hours of picking pins cannot be easily forgotten. Where did I even go wrong? It's a crime for a seven year old to seek attention from his folks? Or am I not supposed to play at all? Mum said " you are a disturbance. You scatter and destroy everything". Dad said "Your adrenaline is too high. You need to be grounded" Older siblings are not left out. They rarely give me attention, always forming busy when I'm around them. The ✨I'm just a child✨ scornful look they give me whenever I made a mistake always make my heart skip. My own siblings that supposed to be my aide. Chris will always tell me to watch cartoons while Mira gives me multiple home works that has never been checked on so I won't have the chance to interfere in her affairs. I stopped doing those assignments when I noticed that none of the ones I did was touched. They mostly shout or call me names whenever I did not get my assignment correctly. Some times, I do wonder if I'm really part of the family. But even if I'm not, they should know that I'm just a child. But thank God for Shushu my dog. He's the only one that understand me. My name is Joshua but my friends call me Josh. My family either scream at me namelessly or the dragged my name; Joshuaaaaaa to God knows where. Yeah! That's how horrible it's. I just turned seven. I live in a condominium located the heart of the city. The building consist of several ✨I'm just a child✨ apartments occupied by people of different races. There's nothing special in the environment; nothing to bring adults or kids together though I wouldn't have be permitted to participate if there was any. The place is"Face your work and mind your business zone" Even at that, I do hear the giggle of Mr. Chuks ;a Nigerian man's children and wished to be one of them. They're four in number; there boys and a girl. And I think two of the boys are twins. They occupy the appartment next to us. I always watch them through my window. I have spoken to one before but I don't know his name. He came knocking at our door one day with his twin brothers but Dad dismissed them with the excuse that I'm on my home work. Come to think of it, is a child not a minor gloss person who is below the legal age of responsibility or accountability? So why is it that my people always expect me to be like them? Should a child now behave like an adult? If I start acting like a teenager or an adult now, eyes would open, and tongues will move. They might even term me a ✨I'm just a child✨ witch. Yes! If they can give me numerous ugly names for behaving like a child, I know that I will receive the worst names when I start acting like an adult or teenager.Can't they just see that I'm a Gift- who rejects such? Treasure- I'm so precious that every home needs me. A home without me is always in anguish. Life time Investment- just check me out tomorrow! An Asset- I'm valued and relied by all. Garden of Flower- which blossom and creatures find joy in me. Savior- I rescue those in need. Building Project- that required determination, efforts, abilities, patience, materials, time to complete. Offshoot of a plant- that will grow and become a plant. An adventure - so anything should be expected and proper preparation is needed. ✨I'm just a child✨ A Book written in Series - I open each chapter every moment. A business - I'm to be run properly to obtain a good result. Institution - there's every moment learning An Animal- I can exhibit any behavior. Colorless Drawing- I may be vague at times. Iron - I'm strong. Music - I'm interesting. Black Board - I can be imparted and also impact. Initially, I thought my friend Pat was shown no love because he's radical and he stay with his Aunt who is his guardian. But could that justify not showing love to a kid? I'm playful and inquisitive but not hyperactive like Pat and I'm staying with my family, so why the treatment? I could vividly remember one of the times my family pushed me out of their presence claiming busy, I strolled down with Shushu to an empty kiosk where Pat, I and ✨I'm just a child✨ other two kids of the same caliber share our daily predicaments and comfort ourselves. I wouldn't have found myself in the mist of this company if only my family gave me attention. Is true that we play paper game which is my favorite and my major motivation of going there, but I don't always feel at ease because the trio seem exposed than me. The lanky and toughest one named Evans do those things that my teacher says that kids should not do. He told us how he always steal his neighbors foods whenever his father deprived him of food. According to him, whenever the father wants to punish him, he do tie him to the rod and unleash him with belt. The other one, Tom always complain how his parents do scream at him and also at each other. He also said that his mother called him the originator of all her problems. I'm just a kid but I also have an emotion. I really felt for him that day. How can a child who didn't create himself be a mistake? He didn't receive any consent to be born before conception. He didn't made himself. Yet he's termed a mistake. ✨I'm just a child✨ Is that what most kids go through? It was even announced on Television that kids in Asian and African countries are mostly affected by it. Perhaps we should ask God whom my Sunday school teacher said lives in heaven and created everything not to create children again.