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 saw someone I like but I think I need to work on myself first. 

Today has started as a good day.

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