Then he came along

Then he came along

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My life could be described in three words. Loving but unloved. I knew my whole family cared less about me and many who were close to us knew it. It was an undeniable fact.Some would say I was ungrateful because my parents gave me everything- everything except their love. At times I prayed to God to give me another family but I knew better than that. He always has reasons for doing all things. I was raised in a home with 9 other siblings so at first I thought it was due to that fact. But it wasn't. They loved, cared and spoilt all my siblings. It stung each time I saw how happy they were even without me. It was like I never even existed. However, I existed just as the Hunts little secret and as the family black sheep. They thought I had some mental problem but I didn't. On another hand, I remained hopeful that my family would come to love me for who I was. I remained hopeful that my parents would shower me with the same love they did my siblings. But then he came along and changed everything.
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This day wasn't an exception. I cried over and over until I could no longer, I wiped my tears and took the packages in my arms after opening the door. In the house, nothing new. They were still talking, so I had time to drop off the packages, and without even opening one, I headed to the showers, cleaned my face with water, and went to my room. This is roughly how my days as a child went. I know that it cannot be described as an ideal childhood, but it would certainly be the most beautiful period of my life. Despite family conflicts, school conflicts, loneliness, and fear, I was happy. I was happy because they were all there, happy because they always remained, despite my faults, and happy. After all, I knew that I had not yet experienced the worst. Happy because I knew, that sooner or later everything would end. So yes, I was as cowardly and useless as they all claimed and even more naive than they would have believed, but this vision that I had at that age kept me going. Although the truth was hard to accept, I was given no choice. So I accepted life as it came; I accepted myself and my truth, my weaknesses, and the fact that I had to get used to the idea that I would always be the first actor to die in films.

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