Let's create miracles.

I have always wanted to live, but not the life imposed upon me. Life means living as we desire, doing what we want. If the opposite happens, then this is not life. My life passes before me in my youth, waiting for the pain to end, but the pain continues and the train of life is nearing its end. Every time I see my dream ahead of me, I can't always reach it. Martin, my mother's husband, always obstructs me. He is that hateful person with a foul voice, always grumbling, always the reason for preventing me from all my dreams, even the smallest ones. I always wished for his disappearance, even prayed for his death, but why does this never happen? I wish my life were a story in a book with a known ending, at least then I could escape far away from this hateful home.