My life of Bizarre

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.