Rest In Peace ( #Wattys2018 )

My Freedom

Speaking of the youngest one - well, he  was the "princess" of the house. He was given everything he asked for - clothes, toys everything. My step mom always ensured that I was devoid of all fancy things while her son possessed them all . My dad was a slave to her beauty. He spoke nothing at times when I needed his help. He was deaf to my tears and blind to my sobs. So, I finally accepted that I was alone in this little world of mine. But little do people realize that loneliness is just the beginning of the war against destiny.  Different people have different histories, that is why all men are not destined to be at the same position. We all have different stories to tell and we all don't love the same things. Some love their wives while the others love their mother. They have different responsibilities. While one has the responsibilities of that of an ideal husband, the other is an ideal son. They have different destinies. One lives to see himself growing old with his beloved wife while the other lives to be with his mother through her old age. So, what controls our destiny?                              Our responsibilities.             A  man alone in this world, with no family to belong to and no woman to fascinate has no responsibilities. Now he can choose to either serve the humanity or to serve himself. I chose to serve myself.  I was free and  my destiny was in my own hands.