I am an Algerian boy, 19 years old. I have a lot to say, but I don't have any chance."I have many friends, but only 4 of them are close . I know everyone faces problems , , but nobody cares about me like I care about others.By the way, you can call me "Sawsaw," it's a friendly name, haha.Everyone calls me that because when we were young,My older sister used to say it to me, and since then, everyone calls me "Saw."If you don't like me, you can call me "Mohamed," just like my mom.I come from a modest, middle-income family.We live in an ordinary house like the others in Algeria, specifically in the eastern part .I lived the best memories of my childhood. I am only 19 years old, yet I miss that period greatly.The feeling of my childhood is wonderful, and I often wish to relive those moments again and again.However, as you know, in this life, nothing goes back, and everything moves forward.I still remember; perhaps I was the first one to have a PlayStation console in my state or city.When I recall all these memories, I feel like crying because I'm growing up every day, and these memories are precious to me.some of these cherished memories have also brought me pain, I believe, because I am someone who finds it challenging to move on.Additionally, I think that these memories contribute to my struggle with insomnia.
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Threads of Time: Navigating Between Childhood and Adulthood"
RomanceIn this poignant story, the 19-year-old Algerian boy chronicles his journey through memories and time. He unveils an adventure filled with childhood's vibrant colors, sounds, and precious moments, while delving into his gradual transition into the r...
