a short story about yourself
I’ve never told this story before, and I doubt I’ll ever tell it again.
My mother said that when I were born, I couldn’t cry. I have come out so early and so weak that the first six months of my life were spent in the hospital. I also never crawled around like other babies, only laying on bed and crying out silent scream. Even the doctor said that there was only 50% chance that I would grow up normally.
So, it is easy to understand why during my childhood, my parrent never allowed me to play around with others kids eventhough my illness had faded away. They always drove me home right after school, and my only friend was a puppy whom I named Bear. I don’t like cat, they are wild and ungrateful, but dog is man’s best friend. If you look into a dog’s eyes then you will understand that a dog always loves and worships its master.
Eventhough Bear loved me, he also loved freedom. Everytime my parrent left the gate unlocked, he would try running out to discover the outside world. On that destined day, Bear also took his chance. I should have run after him right away, but I hesitated at the gate, fearing the odd world outside. Then, a fast moving motorbike sent my puppy flying. He didn’t make a single sound, but I screamed and I cried. I cried when my father took him away. I cried when I missed his hot and wet nose, his round black eyes. Even now, after all these years, I still feel uneasy everytime I think about him.
Two years later, my mother gave birth to a strong, cute baby. The first time I saw my little sister, I promised to myself that whenever she needs my help, eventhough she doesn’t know that she needs it, I will not hesitate.
My mother said that when I were born, I couldn’t cry. I have come out so early and so weak that the first six months of my life were spent in the hospital. I also never crawled around like other babies, only laying on bed and crying out silent scream. Even the doctor said that there was only 50% chance that I would grow up normally.
So, it is easy to understand why during my childhood, my parrent never allowed me to play around with others kids eventhough my illness had faded away. They always drove me home right after school, and my only friend was a puppy whom I named Bear. I don’t like cat, they are wild and ungrateful, but dog is man’s best friend. If you look into a dog’s eyes then you will understand that a dog always loves and worships its master.
Eventhough Bear loved me, he also loved freedom. Everytime my parrent left the gate unlocked, he would try running out to discover the outside world. On that destined day, Bear also took his chance. I should have run after him right away, but I hesitated at the gate, fearing the odd world outside. Then, a fast moving motorbike sent my puppy flying. He didn’t make a single sound, but I screamed and I cried. I cried when my father took him away. I cried when I missed his hot and wet nose, his round black eyes. Even now, after all these years, I still feel uneasy everytime I think about him.
Two years later, my mother gave birth to a strong, cute baby. The first time I saw my little sister, I promised to myself that whenever she needs my help, eventhough she doesn’t know that she needs it, I will not hesitate.