hi my name is sara today im gonna tell you how my sad life began.I lived in Pakistan my dad's family lived there my moms family lived in America i mean only her sister and mother my grandmother and my aunt who had 3 children her first child was my cousin Ali he is older than me 4 years then zoha she is my age just 6 months younger and the their third child aiza she is 8 years younger than me. in my family I have 2 sisters and 1 brother my brother Mikael is 7 years younger than me my sister eesha is 1 year younger than me and my older sister abiha who is 4 years older than me and my mom and dad this is my family introduction my father has 5 brothers and 1 sister 2 of his brothers lived in the same house as us and 1 of his brother lived in the same city but he did not live in the same house and me and my younger sister eesha were best friends with one of my cousin hijab she lived in the same house as me and was 1 month older and our other cousin mashal who is a year younger than me she was the daughter of my uncle who lived in the same country but different house I love mashal and hijan so does my sister eesha we are like attached to each other we couldn't stand a week without seeing each other and FYI mashal came every weekend to stay at our house I never thought I could live without them when I was 11 years old when we visited America well my dad loved America he loved everything about America and when we went back to karach i he said we were going to shift to America i thought he was joking but boy I was he went to america to start his business and I was sad that he left well I forgot to add a point I was my dads favorite since childhood everyone siad that he alway listened to me and did what ever I told him to do he was my super hero when he went to America I was so sad and I turned 12 a mother after he went I think I missed him the most thats why I always prayed to God to quickly sent us to America and oh boy how much I regret it now I thought going to America would a good thing and then came corna so we were officially stuck in Pakistan but I was happy to since was with my cousins it was crazy there me and hijab always fighting with our little cousins and babysitting them we were also friend with our neighbors we fought with the boy in our neighborhood well friendly fight we played with them to It was fun my home wax always cheerful sometime ididnt understand why my dad planed to shift to America and the time passed by very fast and swosh iwas 13 a year had passed my dad went to america and we were still stuck in Pakistan then we got our vesa and one day my mom came and told us all our flight was in 5 days for those five days everyone was busy and mashal came to stay over for those five days we cried a lot and we even made friend ship necklaces and came the day we went to the airport sat on the plane and finally we reached America I was so happy that I was gonna meet my dad after so long

when I reached America I finally met my father and my uncle I felt so happy and excited to finally reach America and I was also exited about living with my uncles family for the first 2 weeks we stayed in a hotel because of the virus and my father stayed with us I was happy but in just 3 or 4 days I started to miss my family in Pakistan like crazy I felt I wasn't that exited or happy anymore I had met my father and after a few days I missed my cousins hijab and mashal like what do you expect i lived in the same house as hijab we met everyday and played the no one told us to not talk loudly or something cause in Pakistan there was no rule of not talking loudly I I was trying my best to stay happy my dad worked day and night at the restaurant so we could get to america I just couldn't tell my parents how I felt I hid my feelings well I am a girl who hides her feelings I never told anyone how I felt and I didn't cry when ever I was sad in Pakistan I would hide in my room cry I would lock my room and shout and my mother would leave me to keep crying or shout att me then at night when would come back from his office he would comfort me that's probably one of the biggest reasons why I was super attracted to my father but now I think he comforted me probably cause he would get annoyed when we went to my aunts house to stay i found out how horrible my cousin zoha was she is a devil or a psychopath at first I was annoyed at the fact that she was alway on her laptop and on top of that was forcing me to sit with her and watch I was so annoyed with that I just wanted to run away but then I saw her true colors she always hit me and she wanted people to believe that she would be a killer in the future she liked it and she would make people believe that she was nice act like she didn't do anything me and my older sister started hating her she was so mean and my sister told me to tell our parents but I knew that they wouldn't believe me if I told my mother what was happening she would she would ask my aunt and my aunt would ask my cousin Zoha and my cousins I would say that this didn't happen she would make up a story and my aunt would believer and tell it to my mother and my mother would confront me I asked me if this happened and if I would say no there might be two things she might believe me and then tell my aunt that that didn't happen on my cousin was mean to me and my aunt and my mother would fight or she wouldn't believe me and hit me and ground me for lying I didn't want to die I was already living in hell my life was hard enough as it was I didn't want to ruin anything else and I didn't want to tell my mom and dad what was happening I didn't even get my own privacy I had my diary in which I wrote everything and once I wrote in my diary about how much I missed my cousin's and about how much I loved them and that hijab and mashal were my best cousins my cousins zoha diary and read it without my permission Menchie's read the part about my best cousins she was so angry told me that you read my diary and had the guts to tell me that I was she angry and she said it was that reading diary was a mistake that it wasn't her fault and she didn't mean it and then I had to make up some lies that she was my best cousin here but I was just talking about my home country pakistan but I missed it so much she was like what so I am your best cousin oh my God at that time I was just standing there and rolling my eyes like it yeah you are my best cuz she don't even know it's just a lie but I have to say yesvor else you beat me up I don't want to get beaten up I hate it when she beats me up and I can't even fight her I know I used to fight with boys so I am pretty good at fighting really good but still if I punch her she without her mom and then I would seriously get in trouble and I don't want that so I was stuck here in this hell like place I just couldn't do anything I just wanted to go back home and cry to my cousin tell them how bad it is I just had enough but I couldn't even go back home and cried my cousins then I did cry when I was talking to them on my phone it really long talkes I will tell them about this place and how I was being treated and they were so angry they wanted to kill my cousin Zoha but **** wouldn't do anything to cause liver in Pakistan they would just sit and shouted my face tell me to fight her and not live like this decide that they don't recognize me anymore I had changed I wasn't the same Furious girl who would fight boys and get in trouble with them I was sad and cried the most shocking thing was my father and mother didn't even noticed how said I was they were just living their happy amazing life in America I was suffering in crying and missing everyone and I got to know one fact the thing that was the most hardest and sad to believe is the fact that i found out my father and mother were disgusted for me the looks they gave me I don't know why I didn't even do anything I just was depressed they didn't notice that I was depressed they just gave me those disgusted looks both my sister's knew how sad I was they were also very sad that's how I spend my days in my aunts house