My childhood story pt.1

As our country is the poorest in the world, you can imagine the conditions of life here. Even though the city I live in is one of the richest in the country, if you compare it with the poorest villages in other countries it would seem Heaven there for others.

Of course, we have schools here, but the conditions are worse than worse... We have exchanges with schools from other countries, but, every time the period for exchange comes, the students from other countries would throw a tantrum about not wanting coming here. This I heard from our teachers, while they were talking between themselves.

One time, when a student came to my class, I went up to him and began the conversation.

-Hello. I'm Savanna Greensky, you can call me Anna or Sky. What about you?

-... Get away from me. You stink, *****.

I was shocked. I was on the verges of crying after hearing such words. I came wanting to befriend him but all I heard was that I'm a ***** and that I stink? That hurt me so much, that I went straight to the medical office and stayed there until the classes ended that day, while crying.

After the classes ended, I braced myself and went to the classroom to take my things back and go home. Can you guess what I saw? My bag was torn, while my books and papers for writing were on the floor, stepped on them... I couldn't stand anymore and fell on my knees while crying over my things. How can I explain to my mother what happened to me and my things? How can I tell her that the bag she worked so hard for a year for to buy it for me for school was torn? I couldn't get myself to leave the classroom, and so I stayed there for 2 hours while crying.

After 2 hours I got up and went home. I was trying to make up a story that would explain my mother how and why everything was torn and dirty, but sadly, I didn't have the chance to explain, because my mother died that day at her work.

My mother was a sunshine person. She was always trying to smile in front of me, even tho she was crying alone in the night, when she thought I was sleeping. She worked on 5 jobs, just to earn money to raise me and try to give me a better future. From 5 AM till 8.30AM she worked in a kitchen while doing dishes, from 9AM till 12.30PM she was a waitress in a host club, from 1PM till 3.30PM she was selling fruits in a shop, from 4PM till 7.30PM she worked as a delivery man for a soup restaurant, and from 8PM till 11.30PM she worked as a hostess in a club. After that, she was coming home at 12AM and went straight to bed, and woke up again the next day at 4.30AM for her to be at 5AM at work. She didn't have time for herself at all. All she did, was working all week, earning money to sustain our family. She didn't like talking about my father. Perhaps, he was a bad person, because he left me and my mother when we were in need of a man at those times. It was very hard without him. My mother had to become a mother and a father figure for me, because she always thought that it was her fault that I was growing up without a full family. Little did she know that I've never, even once thought about him. All I ever wanted was for us to live happily together, even if we didn't have much money. However, this dream of mine is now futile, as she left this world already.

When I came to her job place, I saw her covered in blood. She got in an accident because she was sleepy on her bike, and a car ran over her. She died on place. As I saw her body, I couldn't control myself and burst in tears while falling on my knees.

-Why!!! Oh, Goddess Laitefia, why did you do this to my mother?! Why!!! She was always saying that the Goddess would protect us, even the poorest of poorest people, because we are her children, and the Goddess in benevolent to all her children. Then tell me WHY!! Why did you take my only family from me!! WHY!!!

As I couldn't hear a response I just sat there while bawling my eyes out. After 2 hours, the employer told me to take already her corpse back, as it hinders his business. I was shocked at the cruelty of the people. How can they be so cruel to a child of only 6 years who just lost their last family member. Do you know what happened after a week? Some unknown man from a rich family from our city came to my house, and told me that they'd like to adopt me as their child. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Why now? Who is he? Is he a bad person that wants to sell me off for money?

These aren't thoughts a normal 10 y.o child should have, but life taught me that everything in this world is cruel, and the most cruel and bad thing in the world are humans themselves.

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