Joy is my name. There is joy only in name, not in my life. My life has been full of sorrow ever since I was born.

I can't sit or walk on my own, if I try to stand I fall to the ground within a second. Can't even lie down on my bed by myself.

This is what I have always thought since childhood, looking at other children of my age.

When will this day come to me? When I can walk on my own feet! And when should I eat food with my own hands?

I have seen my mother's eyes filling with tears many times when neighbors come and ask her about me.

I thought many times... why... God why?

Why am I born like this? Neither are my mom and dad getting any happiness from me. One day feels like a year to me. Everyone is doing something... Here it's like time has stopped for me. Which I can't even move forward.

I am...