Every story we write has a thing to say. A moral, or a lesson or just a new perspective of seeing things. But what if you have a story that is just a cliché in this world. Will you be all quiet and silent about it? or will you still talk about each detail it is covered up with?
Well, I chose the latter one. And here I am writing my story. Simple, but definitely the one, that will make an impact. A story that defines a time phase of my life.
Getting raised in a family where you are over-loved also has its own cons. Being able to get whatever you like: toys, dresses, gadgets and every fancy thing that others generally dream about, without much effort, might sound fun, isn’t it? It was, except for the one thing that made it all balanced. Not having a sibling to share with. Everything belonged to me, and I had to fight for nothing. Hence, that’s how I have become what I am today. Too particular about my things, not having the habit of sharing and just wanting a little more love and attention than anyone else would need. Well! this all comprises of what I have become. And I don’t call it an excuse. I am glad with me. But maybe society isn’t.
Everywhere I go and people get to know about me being a single child, the look on the faces would actually give all the answers to my statements, whose answers I didn’t even ask for. “Oh! you must be the pampered one.” or “So you sleep alone on the full bed?” or ” You must be too spoiled.” or “You won’t understand, you don’t have a sibling.” Well, I have smiled to all of these but trust me, not once it felt good. It was heart-breaking. Because living alone with your parents whose thoughts never are in sync with yours can actually make it feel all so lonely and suicidal: something the society won’t get it. You are judged way too much for every action of yours. Of course, you can’t talk about this to your family thus the problem starts.
So I decided to go on the most obvious path: looking for people outside the home. in the hope that maybe they understand me a bit more. It works! Always. I made a great number of friends who loved me and I fell in love with someone who understands me, because that was the whole deal it was about. Being able to talk to someone, being able to find someone of your age who understands the common problems. But what happens next isn’t pleasant. As you become more comfortable with someone, you try to shed every mask you are wearing, and you come out all so naked. That’s an ugly part.
Remember, I wanted just a little more than anyone out there, and maybe that little was far too much for everyone.
So how this problem should be tackled? I am still struggling to find its answers… If you have any, do comment in the comment section.