Who am I .......

This question has been in Everyone's minds for decades.....

I truly wanna share my life with you.....

How from childhood to adulthood......

From being someone's kids to becoming someone's parents ......

From past to present.....

From happiness to sadness.....

From being loved by someone to never being loved by someone....

This is my story

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Loud screaming can be heard in my ears . Trying to understand the situation I tried to ask my aunt. No reply.... What was going on every one was alright sometimes ago. Is something happening to my sister i ask each one. But no one replied they just held me and cried.

Now my assumption was clear that my oldest sister Alice who was in a coma for 17 days had died. As i was in the thought suddenly my mobile rang. I picked it up and my mom was on the other side of my call. She was crying crazily I asked my mom is Alice alright what happened.

Even knowing the answer in my brain I want to confirm it. I want to know that I am wrong.she is okay. My mom is sobbing hardly She said Alice is no more. I was broken from inside but don't know why it was hard for me to cry or show how i felt. Till now sometimes I think I was being disrespectful towards my sister. It's hard to show emotions even when you are totally traumatized.

it was time for my sister's body to be given in the grave.

I never thought my life would take a change.

Days past it's been a year. Since I lost Alice. Nothing good happened after that .My mom fell down from the staircase (And died .....)

Within a month my dad had a second marriage. My brother was sent to the military. My stepmother already has children. Before marriage.One Daughter and one son.she was college love of my dad.

My dad becomes aggressive to me. He now and then beats me. Avoiding me from any family reception. I am kept as a maid to take care of my stepmother and her children. After High school my stepmother stopped my further studies. I have to cut my connection with my school friends. I was forced to wear my stepsister old dress. There is no one to understand and support me except my brother. I only get a chance to talk to him if my stepmother went out. Life is full of sadness. Sadness is the price we pay for loving deeply. Love for my family. Love for my memories , that never let me forgive my dad .....

" The excursion is the same when you go looking for your sorrow as when you go looking for your joy " Eudora Welty ......

Thank you for reading my novel ..

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Magnificent, heavenly lights filter through the wispy clouds, signifying the new day. The thin clouds slowly drift apart, presenting a beautiful sky above. Speaking out to me, the sky seems to know every one of my thoughts,

 My dreams and my darkest fear. Sitting under the tree and busy wandering the beautiful paradise the thought suddenly awake in my mind. Is death the end of my problems. Does my all sorrow end with my life. But one thing was clear that darkness and death exists within loneliness. Loneliness is the reason why I can't move myself towards new life.

I closed my eyes and listened to birds whispering to me. They are talking to me.I feel relaxed when I am between the conversation of birds and winds. But someone is disturbing my peace "what the hell". As I opened my eyes irritatingly, I saw a beautiful figure shining in the daylight. Standing in front of me with a gentle smile. He had a kind of face to stop you in your tracks. I guessed he must get used to that, a sudden pause in a person's natural expression. His eyes are light brown with a hint of green. One can dissolve in those beautiful eyes.He has an impression that any girl wants to kiss him .Busy in admiring the beauty, the boy spoke to me...

Boy-Do you want some fresh juice.

I stared at him dumbfounded. Seeing that I don't reply to the boy gently moves his hand forward and genuinely smiles.

Boy - please (giving a bottle in my hand)

Boy-Drink it before it gets hot. Avoide drinking hot juice, or you will too become hot.(said in a serious tone but with a funny face).

I couldn't hold my laugh after seeing his face.

Boy-you look beautiful.

He told me with an attractive tone it makes me blush a little.It's my first time someone has said this to me. My heart pounds on his words.I am wearing old shabby clothes with lossy hairstyles and no makeup on my face. Usually no one talks to me because of my appearance.i never ever have a bf in my life. This was like a dream for me. My prince charming came to rescue me....

Hard to believe but it's true.

This boy is my love at first sight .....

As I am busy imagining my future with him the boy suddenly waves in front of me and says goodbye. Before I Could say something I saw his disappearing from my sight I felt like my heart was stolen away. I smiled a.juice in my hand and whispered

I hope to see you again 💕

" Death must be so beautiful . To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grassing waving above one's head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday and no tomorrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace "

(oscar wilde)

1854-1900

After finishing my juice I kept a bottle inside my bag, and picked up all my groceries. One last time I saw a beautiful view and said goodbye.I exit the garden and ride my bicycle towards my home. This garden is known as the English garden in Munich.

Munich is a city in Germany. Bavaria capital. My town is well known for centuries - old buildings and numerous museums. As I ride my bike I pass by a famous Nymphenburg palace. My dream house ....

I know you will think I am crazy, but I have gotten big dreaming of this palace. I wish to have my wedding in this palace. I stopped and watched the palace for a few minutes and continued my ride. My next destination was Ava Aunt's bakery. My mom's best friend and My caretaker from childhood. Aunt melissa is a very kind person. She takes care of me like its own child. If someone asks me where I want to go after my favorite garden it's going to be an aunt Melissa bakery.

As I reach the bakery my aunt warmly welcomes me.

Melissa - Lucia ! It's been so long where have you been? And how are you? Is your stepmother troubling you again? Did your dad beat you? (with a concerned expression), baby tell me are you alright. Pls say something...

Before I could even greet her my aunt nonstop asked so many questions. I smiled at her.

Lucia - aunt it's only been two days since we haven't met. And you are so worried. Aunt you are acting like it's been a decade.

Melissa - so what you are my child and mom has a right to confirm if her kid is alright or not.(Said in a scolding manner)

Seeing her behavior I chuckled....

Melissa - you are laughing go i don't want to talk?

Lucia- sorry sorry aunt don't get angry ( i hug my aunt from back ) . I am alright aunt don't worry.

Melissa stared at my face for a long time to confirm it.

Melissa - okay then i believe in you . But remember this if your stepmother troubled you again ,just leave your dad's house and come to me. "Understand "

Seeing her face makes me more pathetic, I know that it is wrong she just loves me and Is concerned about me. But I feel pathetic about my situation, my life and my dad. My life has been different if my mom and sister Alice are alive. I would have gone to school and enjoyed my life. I would have many birthday gifts, new clothes, my phone, and my own separate room. Life would be totally different and amazing. But this would have made my lIfe pathetic. I hate this"would". I hate to forgive my dad...........

I just hate it

After having a great talk with my aunt, i bid farewell. Before leaving my aunt gave me some biscuits and tightly hugged me and said" sadness is the residence of shattered dreams" so never stop dreaming. One day everything is going to come true. After listening to her, i smiled back gently without saying a word I left the shop. After getting out I just have one thing in my mind...

" Do i have rights to dream"😞

" I smile not for that i am happy, But sometimes I smile to hide sadness"

(Gabriell Garcia Marquez )