Maybe Next Year

I grew up as a normal child, great parens, loving family, loads of friends and nothing to complain about.
I wish.
Truth is, it often seemed like that to the outside world, but what really was happening was kept indoors. Until now, since I need to tell my story, need to write it, and need to share it.

*** PROLOGUE ***

Even though all the kids around me were yelling, I noticed her silence immediately.
Her green sweater had a faerie and a rainbow on it, contrasting with the grey walls surrounding the playground.
Before my eyes could blink, I heard someone calling my name.
It was the teacher, I figured, so I headed towards the rest of the kids who had by now formed a line.
The little backpack I had gotten from my grandmother was heavy, having my lunch and a bottle of water in it. I decided that as soon as we got to the classroom I’d flip it off, hide it, and pretend to have lost it.
That way I wouldn’t have to drag it around.
“Need help with that?”
I turned around and saw her.
“Tina”, she said, “and again, do you need help with that?”.
The silence I had seen on her face had now transformed into a radiant smile, and before I knew it I had found her.
And she had found me.

I was three at that point and had experienced an emotion I would value up until this day. Friendship. A smile. A story.
Too bad stories always have a certain twist.
And twisted I would be… but let’s just move on to a little introduction, shall we?

I grew up as a normal child, great parens, loving family, loads of friends and nothing to complain about.
I wish.
Truth is, it often seemed like that to the outside world, but what really was happening was kept indoors. Until now, since I need to tell my story, need to write it, and need to share it.
My story might inspire you, it might not, but it is my way of dealing with the past, my past. And if you are willing to explore the same paths I have taken, bump into the same walls I’ve crashed into, and experience the joy I found in little things, then I invite you to read along. But please know that I do not regret any decision I have ever made, as odd as they sometimes might appear to be, and I’ve come to a point where I can finally say that I’m living a stable and happy life.

Well, not really, but maybe next year…

The End

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