I look into the mirror.. and saw an image of a very ugly creature... maybe its true after all about what they said about me... I am ugly, and hideous.. and not worthy to be loved..
yet.. no matter how much I want to accept that fact, its hurting me more and more... keep on wondering about my existence... Why I was born like this?? Why I have this ugly face?? if I was born perfect, then they will not be mocking me like this.. no one will make fun of me....
why God being unfair to me? I asked that question to my mother... yet, with a smile she answered my question, " God is fair to all its creation, to me, to you and to everyone...each and every living soul has had their purpose and usefulness in this world.. each and every human being are made differently, and have their own ability. no human being are born perfect. yet, human are created to perfect each other life. and you, also have your own specialty.. everyone does... just believe in yourself... and you will find it"...
over the years, I have been pondering upon her words... I cling to those words with all my heart, believing that I am special.. trying hard to see within myself, to find my place in this world...
but... all the fate and believe I had in her words, was crushed into dust in just one night... that night, the moon was hidden by the clouds... the weather were predicted to turn drastically by the end of the day, and it did... heavy downpour with thunder and lightening accompany my sleep.. half way through the night, I woke up with the desire to get something to drink... and to my delight, someone was in the kitchen. it must be mother... and my guessing was right.. she was talking with father..."I am not sure" she said... " but that kid is given us more and more problem. You know yourself, that that kid can do nothing by himself. he is useless, burdensome ...." before father could finish his sentence, mother cut him out and said." I know that kid is useless, but show some pity to that kid. that kid deserve to have a happy life... no matter how useless..." before mother could finish her words, I ran upstairs and grab a few clothes, pushing it down my backpack, I took all the money I had been saving in my piggy bank and ran downstairs, grabbing the door knob... and ran through the dark night... ignoring the shout from my mother...
rain was still pouring heavily when I reach the park. I was drenched from head to toe.. I must find a place to take cover. A bus stop was across the road. I walk to ward the bus stop, but in mid step, I froze as I saw a blinding light heading my way.........
