☆𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 1 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬
"Please open the door," I shouted but he locked the door and shut off the lights.
She broke one of his rules so , he punished her by staying one night on the terrace in the heavy rain.
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Her fiance, Rudra Singh...
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As a pediatrician, I, Adarika, have always been passionate about helping children. But little do people know that I, too, have been dealing with the scars of my own childhood.
Growing up, I faced numerous challenges that shaped me into the person I am today.
As a child, I felt like I was walking on eggshells, never knowing when the next explosion would happen.
Despite the chaos, I found solace in my studies and my love for helping others. I became fascinated with the human body and decided to pursue a career in medicine.
As I grew older, I realized that my childhood experiences had given me a unique perspective on life. I understood what it was like to feel vulnerable and scared, and I wanted to use that empathy to help others.
Now, as a pediatrician, I make it a point to listen to my young patients and their families. I know that sometimes, all someone needs is someone to hear them out and offer a comforting word.
My childhood may have been marked by challenges, but it has also given me the strength and resilience to pursue my dreams. I am proud to be a pediatrician, and I hope that my story can inspire others to overcome their own challenges and find their passion in life.
As I continued to navigate my childhood, I faced numerous challenges that tested my resilience. My mother's husband would often belittle me, making me feel worthlessm. He was a toxic person so my mother divorced him and then met Mukesh uncle who is now my father.
First, I couldn't accept him but his sweet behavior towards me and my family made my heart accept him.
Dadi also accepted him as she knew how toxic his son was.
Despite the difficulties at home, I found solace in school. I excelled academically, particularly in science and mathematics. My teachers encouraged me, and I began to see that I had a future beyond my tumultuous home life.
However, the emotional scars of my childhood ran deep. I struggled with anxiety and depression, often feeling like I was drowning in a sea of despair. I would cry myself to sleep at night, wondering why I wasn't good enough, why I wasn't loved.
But even in the midst of all this pain, I found a spark within me that refused to be extinguished. I began to realize that I had a purpose, that I wanted to help others who were suffering like I was.
I poured my heart and soul into my studies, determined to become a doctor. I wanted to help children who were struggling, just like I had. I wanted to be a source of comfort, a listening ear, and a reassuring presence.
As I entered medical school, I felt a sense of pride and accomplishment. I was finally doing something that truly mattered to me. I threw myself into my studies, determined to become the best pediatrician I could be.
