Her First Day of School
She was nervous, as am I. Her first day of school triggers me, because when I was her age, I cried everyday because I didnt understand anything. It felt like we just came back from the UK and then I am suddenly being thrown in a class full of Malay speaking kids who just wont leave me alone. But she was so pretty and demure. I am so proud of her. She has always been patient with me and always so loving. I pray she gets good friends and kind teachers. I hope she is happy studying. I pray all the good things in life that I never had, she will get the chance to have it. In Sha Allah. I remember I cried for months, and instead of people hugging me they slap my face, pinch or shouted at me. All I get were negative words and never encouragement. I ran to my sister and she treats me like I am a bother. Maybe I am an unwanted child. I told my mother how I am bothered by him. She deflected by talking about my sister. I hope someone I can be with someone who is kind to me. And her. I ...