Did you ever caught yourself malfunctioning? Well I did. The time when my parents died.
I was a 16 year old high schooler. My mom was my homeroom teacher. Everyone taught it was the biggest flex I got. They never not held a conversation with me without her involved. She was pretty strict even with me but as a Mom. She’s the most lovable person to me and of course my dad was always the superhero for both of us.
My mom dreamt of being a figure skater since her childhood. Since it’s her major interest, she takes me out to the rink more often. Later on, figure skating became my favorite hobby to do and so I always end up there after school.
It was place where I felt alive every time I enter it. A fresh air that has been enhanced with the rose like scent. I have been skating for half of my life. My parent’s biggest dream was to see me up on the rink skating for my country.
One day, I noticed my Mom was very moody and nauseous. She wasn’t feeling well as she went home to take rest. After that day, My parents started treating with so much more love. I did suspect but the smell of my favorite food blinded my thoughts. They even let me sleep in between them.
That’s when my Dad said that my mom was pregnant with baby boy. I couldn’t believe that I eyed my parents three or more times to confirm, What I had heard was not wrong. I felt like a huge bolder fell on my chest. I hated my dad for that. I seriously did.
Soon there was a new born baby and I saw myself welcoming that cute little thing home. His fair skin with shades of pink all over his body was very cute. His skin was so soft that I never stopped touching him.
Few days later, My new English teacher comes running and called my name out saying that it’s an emergency. Even though I didn’t know what it was I started being so anxious. I packed my things as I rushed out of the classroom and was informed that my dad was in a very serious condition. He got himself into an accident.
Everyone in my neighborhood was aware of what happened. I lost my mind, I couldn’t think straight. My brain started malfunctioning. I started to mumble things out. “Dad , how about we get a taxi? No I think we should go by the subway. That way it’s better. Taxi’s now aren’t safe..since we have a baby.” Something like this.
Soon the ambulance arrived at my house. I was expecting my dad’s dead body but what I found was that it was my mother’s. I froze. I didn’t know what to do... I just stared at her caramel skin. One of the nurse passed on my little brother.
That tiny little being resting peacefully on my chest while I was ugly crying all alone. Everyone acted like they cared and giving me sympathy looks but deep down I know they are actually mocking me. I don’t like these people and the way they look at me.
“A sixteen year old girl with a baby in her hands. How pitiful that the society is gonna misunderstand this child.” I hate all of them. I don’t need anyone. I never did need anyone else than my parents. I will survive and show that I can live up to my parents in-front of all these people.
And now I am the most successful figure skater in 2020. All I did was following my dreams with all hope and might even though people told me that it’s impossible for me. Hope and talent was everything I had and that was more than enough. I can see all the people who mocked me is now asking an autograph for their grand child.
“Success doesn’t come up only with some hardwork. It requires hope and belief.” - Author
