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She was neglected.
Intelligent and curious.
She was self made, self taught.
With abusive parents, one would think that she would crumble up.
But that wasn't the case with her, It made her stronger, more able to challenge the worlds gruesome circ...
The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
― J.R.R. Tolkien.
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Running away is apart of the Journey.
The Journey of life.
Building the confidence and overcoming your fears is apart of life.
I never wanted this to happen. I really didn't. I always wished for a happy family. Sharing feelings and observations at the dining table while scarfing down delectable home-made dishes, My parents coming into my bedroom at night-time and tucking me into bed while reading a story until I sleep, Receiving hugs and sweets from my mother on my birthday...
But I got a mother with severe anger issues and a careless personality, A dad with abusive aspects and hatred for my existence and A life without meaning.
That doesn't mean I'm not grateful. I'm grateful I was gifted with parental beings but they didn't do enough. They didn't do the basic things parents do for their kids.
They were always like this, but it evidently got worse when Papa died.
Maybe I deserve this. Maybe I wasn't suitable for a normal family. Maybe this is how heartless creatures are treated.
Driving to the airport while thinking about my childhood was complete madness and utter torture. My eyes stung and the fear that was settling in my soul only got evidently worse.
Once I reached the airport, I get out of my car and look into the black and endless night sky with twinkling stars making the aura more gloomy. I think as to how all of the stars have a reason. A reason to shine.
Clutching my luggage which has a great mass, I enter the huge gates which led to a confusing and mind-wondering vision. Hundreds and Thousands of people were rushing everywhere, children were crying, crinkling of wrappers was being heard, all types of different people were walking by and it was all just utter mind-boggling.
Making my way to the reception, A Hijabi was sitting there greeting me with a wide smile which made me feel happy and giddy.
"Yes Miss Arya correct?" asks the receptionist.
I nod and hum in approval.
"Yes well your private jet is up and ready for takeoff. You may board the plane by Gate 4 after going through necessary check-ups." she says with a sweet and calming voice.
"Thank you" I reply and give a small smile.
I may be angry but that doesn't mean I'm going to ruin another persons mood.
After going through the check-ups I make my way to gate 4 and to my surprise the jet is in a pristine condition. Trey never used to keep his things in place.
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