We began the function with most of our classmates and teachers in attendance. It sure was joyful, reminiscing on the joys of childhood friends and school memories.
I saw my beautiful sister smile after years, despite her flaws and scars. And that smile kept me wanting to fight for her and her kind, who get bullied for things that can’t be changed.
We both were jubilant with what we had. Content with each other. We shared a beautiful relationship for two years. But after some time, we started facing problems,
A divorcee,with her 6 month old daughter, abandoned by her family, an outcast in the society decides to end not just one, but two lives…
You do not bring relief, Suicide, and neither do you bring a solution. You’re a mundane and spineless escape. But an escape into what, we do not know.
She started suffering from anxiety as she knew that she will be made fun of. She would try to take measures in order to avoid being bullied.
But looking back I wish I didn’t do all the crazy stuff. Wishing I should of stayed and should of thought positive instead of negative the whole time.
Her mother’s pampering and her grand parent’s over protective attitudes would make her feel like a princess again. She never took her rose coloured glasses off
So, with dejected shoulders and a bowed head, I admit that what I did was wrong. So wrong. Who leaves a wailing 1.5 month old child and runs away?