“Happy Ending”
I just want an a happy ending was it too much to asked for?
Why do I want one?
Because for as long as I can remember my life was a huge misfortune.
I cannot remember much about my childhood, but I know that we are poor. Anyone with six kids will know how hard it is.
At first the family has no problems even in tough times we struggled with a smile. I still treasure those moments.
Then everything went downhill when my father got us a tickets to watch a theater with all of us eight. We couldn't believe it until we passed the big doors of that grand hall.
All of us teared up when we sat at the seats, it was softer than our beds. It took me all my might not to sleep through the whole show as I don't want to waste the ticket my father given to us.
I was still child so I don't understand complicated words that they said on the stage, but I still vividly remember that the end was sad.
Almost all of the character died, the hero, the princess, the king, the pope, the villain, and other side characters. I don't know why they made a show where at the end there's no actor left the stage, it was the first sad ending I saw.
My brothers and sisters laughed at my tear filled face while I was being pampered by my mother.
Then the next day our father came home with a wound on his chest, I am sure it took him a lot of energy just to knock once at our door.
Maybe it was a god's joke as I passed the front door at that time planning to surprise my father when he come back home. I did'nt know that I would be the one that would be surprised.
That was when I saw the second one, the feeling of curiousity and anticipation I felt as I turned the doorknob vanished at the sight of my father's pained face.
I was too shocked to speak and it was not until when I heard my mother's scream that I barely gained back my conciousness.
I don't know if it was because I cried a lot the last day that not a single tear left my eyes even when he was being buried to the ground.
Later I learned that the tickets my father had was given to him by his boss at work as an advance payment for a dangerous job.
What followed next was a little blurry I think I broke at that time, hehe until now.
But the family faced crisis, I only know that my mother sold his body to feed us and then a caught disease before dying. Us innocent siblings have no money left to bury her on the...
Why do I want one?
Because for as long as I can remember my life was a huge misfortune.
I cannot remember much about my childhood, but I know that we are poor. Anyone with six kids will know how hard it is.
At first the family has no problems even in tough times we struggled with a smile. I still treasure those moments.
Then everything went downhill when my father got us a tickets to watch a theater with all of us eight. We couldn't believe it until we passed the big doors of that grand hall.
All of us teared up when we sat at the seats, it was softer than our beds. It took me all my might not to sleep through the whole show as I don't want to waste the ticket my father given to us.
I was still child so I don't understand complicated words that they said on the stage, but I still vividly remember that the end was sad.
Almost all of the character died, the hero, the princess, the king, the pope, the villain, and other side characters. I don't know why they made a show where at the end there's no actor left the stage, it was the first sad ending I saw.
My brothers and sisters laughed at my tear filled face while I was being pampered by my mother.
Then the next day our father came home with a wound on his chest, I am sure it took him a lot of energy just to knock once at our door.
Maybe it was a god's joke as I passed the front door at that time planning to surprise my father when he come back home. I did'nt know that I would be the one that would be surprised.
That was when I saw the second one, the feeling of curiousity and anticipation I felt as I turned the doorknob vanished at the sight of my father's pained face.
I was too shocked to speak and it was not until when I heard my mother's scream that I barely gained back my conciousness.
I don't know if it was because I cried a lot the last day that not a single tear left my eyes even when he was being buried to the ground.
Later I learned that the tickets my father had was given to him by his boss at work as an advance payment for a dangerous job.
What followed next was a little blurry I think I broke at that time, hehe until now.
But the family faced crisis, I only know that my mother sold his body to feed us and then a caught disease before dying. Us innocent siblings have no money left to bury her on the...