The Saddest Part of my Existence

No one can escape sadness especially for those who emotionally take things. I admit that I was an emotional person before. I just want to share the saddest part of my existence.

Well, for the information of everyone, I grew in a simple family. I have everything I need from the perfect sustenance and good educational standards. My parents are lawful and good. They know everything that is best for me and my brother. Even in this state, I still have my miseries laying deep inside. I was trapped in my own loneliness.

I read in different psychological books about the ways of aiding lonliness. But it grew bigger and more hurtful.

I was like an apple being pierced by a knife. That knife was painful enough to rip my soul out of my body. Well, for those who experience loneliness, I want to share how I survived loneliness.

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The Saddest Part of my Existence

I was young when I realized that I was quite different from other children. I had a different mental capability. I was clueless that time that I grew different.

I wanted to be a scientist back then. I loved reading astronomical things and watching biological experimentations. I was the kind of kid who love science more than playing. But the only problem was that I couldn't read and write. The teachers couldn't teach me properly.

I dreamed to write and read. Even my mother cried because of it. She did her best in making me learn. I went to summer classes and Saturday tutorials. But none of them helped me. It went worse and made me cry for the reason of being an illiterate.

I admit that I didn't listen to my teachers but I was a child. I always wanted to play and prefer to stay that way. But still my mind was revolving for my dreams.

One day, I and my mother went to the center of the city where different buildings are can be seen. We ate in a café owned by my mother's friend. I loved going there because of their fried chickens and delicious desserts. I sat on a chair peacefully, watching different children passing in front of me. They had their bags at their backs, holding their parents' hand. I smiled sweetly seeing the pleasant scene.

Suddenly, I realized where they were going. They were heading to school. My mother came to me. I immediately suggested to her to go to the children's school. She smiled and saw the educational interests on my eyes. She studied the school properly and knew that it was for children with lack in developmental capabilities. She brought me there and unexpectedly, I learned easily.

I realized every loneliness has a solution like a problem.