They say if you were given a chance to be alive you must be thankful. You must be joyous for it is a gift from above. You must be glad for you are a product of LOVE. The product that strengthens the bond between the wife and the husband. The product that must be the reason why are the parents work hard to give you a better future.
But, in my case. Everything is different. You can't see bright smiles and feel love and care from the people that supposedly should give me this what we call Unconditional Love. For them I am NOTHING. For them, I am INVISIBLE.
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Invisible
RandomWell, the title itself is too obvious. Guess I should not say things. Read it if you like.
