REMINISCENCE

Growing up in a farmhouse and walking 2 miles to get to the bus stop are few of the oldest memories of my odyssey till now.

I didn’t know whether we were rich or poor but we owned the house while a lot of my friends lived in rentals, so I presumed we were.

My dad would wake up early and work in the farm, grow vegetables, since the market was far away.

My brother had all kinds of toys, while I wasn’t fond of them. My mum still tells me that I never even asked for a doll.

School was fun and it was my favorite place. I was bullied from my 3rd till 8th grade but I never complained, because it didn’t bother me and I was too busy with myself to care about what others think.

That’s exactly what made me who I am today. I dont care people like me or not. I am not designed to be a peoples’ pleaser for “people who mind don’t matter and the people who matter don’t mind.”

I absolutely DO NOT believe that “words are like knives” because knives don’t utter truth.