I was born in a poor family. However, I never once complain about it. I use to live in a lively house with my parents. Not until a huge tragity came. A huge virus struck all over the world leaving all those in a poor state in a hard time.
I know that the government are trying their very best to help those in a very poor state. However things are really hard for us that time. Nothing came to our family due to corruption. My family suffered and there was a time that we are almost left with nothin to eat. My parents remain positive about it.
My parents plead for their my father's nearest relative for help,but they are also in a hard state that time. With no other person to ask for help, my parents pleaded God for help.
Time later my parents realized that people can also make money by selling junk. They both buy and sell those junk in a high price. Due to our hard life my parents had to leave me with my 7 year old brother and my 4 months old brother. However, it's a good thing that I have my sick grandma with me to help me look after them and do some chores. That was the first time a woke up and realized that life isn't it seems to be. Because life is not a fairytale , it's a reality whom we all need to face.
2 years passed and the virus finally died. Our family was starting to recover from the hardship we experienced and buried it deap inside. However,life is full of challenges. As school began I became introverted. I was scared of what might others think of me and I was so scared to talk to them. It feels like I'm a living corpse inside. For past 2 years I've been alone with only my family's life by my side.
In this life all I wanted is to be Free and happy. However it's hard , as we are not living in a fairytale. We are you we are. It's just hard to accept it. My future is still going up and down, trying to pass all the trials ahead of me. Now it's already 2025 I'm a big girl now. Living a life full of challenges and depression.
