CHAPTER 2 - THE STORY OF MY LIFE

I have always wondered what it feels to have loving parents...

My own parents are... well... A disaster ...

I don't know why my mom and dad always looks at me with disgust...as if I shouldn't have been born... As if I was unwanted...

It never really occurred to me why my parents misbehaved with me... their one and only daughter until I heard their conversation one day...

I had always been more matured for my age.

I had started taking care of myself from my childhood days.

I knew I was not fortunate enough like others having loving parents. I learned to read all by myself though my grandparents taught me the alphabets...

My grandparents...

They were the sweetest people I had ever known. They were very kind to me; their only granddaughter. But they were old and they lived quite far away from our house. It was not possible for them to visit regularly. And my parents did not even care for them. They used to visit me when my parents were out. My grandma used to cooked delicious meals for me and my grandpa used to tell me stories... Good days those were...

But one day, my mom came home early. My grandparents were still there. My mom looked at me and then at my grandparents. She was furious. She lunged forward to hit me for not obeying her, for meeting with my grandparents without telling her...

My grandma stopped her...my mom shoved her aside, she was stronger. My grandma hit her head at the table due to my mom's force...

We rushed her to the hospital...me and my grandpa...

That was the last time I saw my sweet grandma... She started on her journey to the afterlife that day... I was young. My grandpa said that grandma became a star in the sky. The brightest star...

I was 2 and 1/2 at that time...

My parents did not even bother going to her funeral. My mom did not show remorse. I went there...

Alone...

That was the day I realised my life won't be easy. My grandpa stopped visiting me from that day onwards. I knew I was all alone.

I started reading books. I borrowed books from the library. I also started cooking. The first step was to light the oven. I was scared of the fire at first, but then I got the hang of it. I could now cook small things like tea. With more practice I started getting better and one day I even cooked a meal.

One day, I heard that my grandpa had passed away. Again I went to the funeral...

I was 3 at that time...

Alone...again...

That day when I returned home, my parents were already there. They were in the middle of their usual ranting. By now I had trained my ears to not to listen to their ranting. But one thing caught my ears.

"I never wanted a child!", my mom was saying.

"I had always wanted to abort!! It was your parents who honeyed me with their sweet words!! You also did not care about me giving birth!! Now your parents are gone but the child remains!! A burden!!"

I was horrified.

Only one word was ringing in my ears...

A burden...

BURDEN...

I was unwanted...

And now I am 5. My parents did me a favour by taking me to school. Otherwise I would have rotten... I know that...

I love my school. I love that place. I love learning newer things.

By now I have also mastered cooking meals. I don't need to sleep hungry now.

My parents bickering continues...

My life continues...

I wonder when everything will end...

Will it even end...??