Once there was me. A pathetic kid. Running around with the others but never really in a family. Smiled and laughed as much as the others but those were empty expressions. Yeap that was me. A pathetic kid.
Once, the family watched the T.V together. With laughters and cheers, they surrounded the T.V. What was it that was so interesting to watch? What was it? Was it nice? I sat in front. So absorbed and laughed and cheered, and sort of enjoyed the show. Suddenly, I felt a bit awkward. Why am I the only one enjoying the show? I turned around. Empty. Silent. GONE. Everyone was but me. I was dumbfounded. "Where did everyone go?" "Why am I the only one enjoying?" "When did they bailed out?" So many WH's. I wandered around the house. Searched the field : empty. Looked in the rooms : empty. Porch : ..... So I sat with my grandma. Next thing I knew, everyone went out into town, enjoying a meal together. I was left out. Casted out. Shunned. Hated. For no apparent reason. Yeap that was me, the pathetic kid.
Whoa! A wedding! Yeap. There was this wedding once. Uncle was gonna get married. So a temporary hut was erected. The hut was fun. There were these materials on floor. We played tag. And everyone decided that it would be fun to push me around. I fell. I felt warm sensation from my left knee. Blood. There was blood. Flowing out. Everybody laughed, mocked. I...I didn't cry. Instead, I hurried to wash the blood, and covered the wound. I didn't tell anyone. My grandma saw tho. She made a mix of herbs and rubbed it onto the wound. Yeap, the wound is still here. It is as obvious as the sun. And yeah, that was me, a pathetic kid.
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