When I was six, I had fled a nation who wanted to kill my existence.
When you were six, you were having cake.
When I was six, I was nearly kidnapped.
When you were six, you were kept away from the dark.
When I was six, I had saved my mother's life twice.
When you were six, you were crying for mommy's kisses.
When I was six, I stopped being a child.
When you were six, you played hide and seek.
When I was six, the monster under my bed was my own government.
When you were six, you were kissed good night and were left with the lights on.
When I was six, I was naive.
When you were six, you were naive.
When I was six, I would forgive.
When you were six, you would forgive.
When I was six, I knew what sex was.
When you were six, you knew about the bees and the birds.
When I was six, I knew what beer smelled like.
When you were six, you knew what Chocolate Sunday smelled like.
When I was six, I saved my brother's life.
When you were six, you fought your sibling.
When I was six, I was touched.
When you were six, you were sheltered.
When I was six, I was forgotten.
When you were six, you were held by the hand.
When I was six, I stayed quiet.
When you were six, you wanted attention.
When I was six, I was smart.
When you were six, you were a child.
I am no longer six. I can talk now. But, what good is it if I was only six? I was only a naive sugar induced scared of the dark attention seeker who fought with everyone if I didn't get my way and was held by my hand child. Who will take this serious? Who will tell my untold story? Who will care enough about a six-year-old child? Who will believe memories from more than a decade old? Who will think that a child could remember all of it?
YOU ARE READING
How About I Tell You My Story? Wil You Listen? Will You Stay?
Short StoryI am not much. I have nothing to give. But maybe if you knew me a little better you could see that I am not just a speck of sand in time. Maybe the more I share the less painful it will become. Will you listen if I told you? Would you believe me if...
