Let me start by introducing my self. My name is Patrick and i am 17 years old. I was born in the Philippines.
I was adopted by my aunt who i see as a mother. The reason why she adopted me is because my real parents didn't have any wealth to live a stable life. i have 2 brothers and 2 sisters, and by adding me to the family woud've been more difficuly then it already was, I was the youngest of them all. After 2 years, I migrated to the Netherlands. To find a better life, my aunt was married to a dutch man. His name was Hans. The only reason she married Hans was because so she could stay in the Netherlands. After a couple years, she divorced Hans. I was 4 since then, my mother started working late shifts. I never saw her during the day. I was all alone in my house taking care of my self. If i was lucky enough i saw her leaving the house and even said "Goodbye". I started cooking when i was 5, the things that i cooked for my self was rice, omelette and other kinds of small dishes. I went to school all by my self. School wasn't that far. It was just a cross the park. It kinda felt lonely when you wake up. And see a dinner plate on the tabel with a note left behind. I never ate with someone together, Never had that feeling of having a "family".
When elementary school started that was the moment that i had a feeling that nobody cared about me.
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the true meaning of Loneliness
Short StoryThis story is about how i grew up in life. i want to share my story with the rest of the world. everything that you're about to read is based on a real story. My story. I didn't grew up like the others. i know my pain isn't comparable with the kids...
