When I had opened my eyes for the
first time I didn’t cry but smiled, which became fascinating. My mom said that
I could be hold in a feast. I was told that I had been suffering from many
diseases during my childhood and had been provided treatments and resisting due
to some pathetic situation. I have been provided lots of love and affection from
my family members. They have fulfilled all what I needed.
I was then admitted to school,
orchid public school, and school under my father’s share. The first was thing
was really embarrassing. From the principle I was asked to tell my name.
Instead of saying my name I told my father’s and I don’t know why. I think I
was afraid. I had felt so peculiar on very first time. I had not been
accustomed to anyone or anything because they were new. I yelled uncle and aunt
to sir and madams. My mom used to give me rice and cereals in my tiffin and I
was usual having it. Once, unfortunately, I had dropped my tiffin and it
splashed all over one of my friends uniform. That moment was indeed
embarrassing. My dad said I didn’t speak until 1 or 2 class but I believe I
spoke but very less and until now. I was
introvert. I used to scream out loud, cry a lot and pretend for not going to
school. However, I was very wimpy and of course afraid of my tough dad. I found
myself not so friendly with other than others were. My friends used to gossip
about something that I was not interested in, and so my friends and I were in
opposite sides of hump.
In the course of time, I become so unsocial
that I didn’t know what’s going on out. I only knew about me, and my home. My
anomalous behavior caught me to psychiatric. I thought I was dreaming, but I it
was true and my mind bounded in with vex. I had been examined with no flaw and
I had been said normal. However it had taught me something and there was
nothing to rue.
