As my first birthday was going on, I was surrounded by a familiar setting. Surrounded by smiling faces knowing everyone was sad deep inside. In this world no one can ever no sadness, there is always something going on. Like a family death that consumes your life, or maybe you didn't get accepted into something you really wanted to be in, or maybe you've gotten into a fight and you're totally pissed.
When my mom picked me up to sing "Happy Birthday", I began to cry so I could cease being center of attention, not knowing it mad it worst. My father gave me a tap on the leg to attempt to keep me quiet. But I used that to my advantage and cried even more. My mom took me inside of the bedroom pulled down my pamper and gave me a big smack on my bum. With a striking force she hit me with a powerful blow using everything in her body to hit me.
As I regret my crying, I slowly think to myself to realize that it wasn't my fault, that the whole entire time it was my mom taking all her anger and pain out on me. I slowed my crying and my mom began to slow her hits. My mom looked to me, picked me up and to me back to the room. I look back to see the faces staring at me. They continued to sing " Happy Birthday ", as the song wrapped up my mom points me towards the cake to blow it out.
I blow the candles on the cake and everyone starts to clap. I began to feed into the clapping, my heart begins to become warm. I start to smile to the claps and also laughed. This feeling was different from the others, I think I.. I was actually happy.
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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
