Life Is Subjective

Chapter 5- Anything Isn't Possible

Today is my first day of school. I wake up, it's dawn. As always I dress up in some old clothes we got from the lady that helped us when I fainted. They weren't the best clothes probably but they did well. They weren't thick, which was a good thing, because if you've ever seen Bodrum in October, you feel like it is June or something.

 After dressing up, I go get some bread and butter from the main tent. Other children are also preparing for school and I have to admit I am a bit nervous: How will it be? Will I be discriminated? Will I understand what they are talking about? Most kids' thoughts would be:' Will I make friends? Will I have a nice teacher? Are we gonna do something fun because it's the first day?'

But War has took my childhood from me. It has also took my childhood worries. My vulnerable thoughts...

 All kids in the world have a fundamental right: having a childhood. Having a childhood seems so unimportant to most of the kids. But we, the ones who faced war and sadness, we know the preciousness of our childhood.

 I remember still having a childhood when the war started. But I lost it all time by time. But as always, deep down in my hearth I still felt that maybe I still had a small chance of being happy, maybe it was a really small chance, but I  knew that it still could be true. 

I don't believe in the words "Anything is possible". Because there are a lot of things in my life that I know r=aren't possible. Aren't possible at all. Bringing my sister back isn't possible. Finding my dad isn't possible, unless we wait. Stopping the war isn't possible. Getting getting back to the days I was just a simple teenager isn't possible. Anything isn't possible. 

But there is one thing I know. Maybe being happy is still possible.