Many people have asked me " What is your struggle ". You know what, my struggle destroys all struggles. If you were in my shoes you would want to kill yourself, abuse yourself, or maybe shut yourself away from the world. When I was born, I automatically was in a struggle.I felt like my life life was going to end very shortly. I knew the world was too perfect I could smell it. I know for a fact the faces in that room were filled with smiles but in the end would turn into sadness, anger, but no peace. The blood dripping over my face as I finally join the world to see the beautiful face of my nurse. As the nurse turns me towards the person who gave birth to me, I beamed a smile towards her.
As a baby I shouldn't be able to turn my head, but personally being special I turned my head to see my father sleep in the corner. Looking towards him, I thought to myself "I should give him a scare ". I let out a mighty baby cry like a baby cub just waking up. My dad jumped a minimum of 2 ft to see me, his newborn son. After three boring days of mom and I staying in the hospital. I was finally able to go outside to the real world as I was born in a ghetto hospital since my mom didn't have a taxi, she had to walk me home. As we went through the door in my mom's apartment, I see my dad with a big smile on his face. He gave me a kiss on my forehead and gave my mom a hug and kiss.
As I looked into my dad's eyes with a smile but really, I knew what was going to happen in lifetime. It was like a future calling to me as a baby, simple enough so I can comprehend. What I was seeing was juicy. Like I knew what I was going to be in life, how I was going to do but especially the struggles.
YOU ARE READING
Life is a BEAUTIFUL struggle
Non-FictionThis book is about many ups and downs mainly struggles that a boy since he has been born has gone through