A Place of My Own
A place of my own
Everyone has the place of their own and so do I. But, the place of my own is not that big, majestic or magnificent and also it is not physical. It’s just a simple one. But, the story behind the place of my own is really mesmerizing. And I hope I will not be here anymore if anyone becomes to know my story.
The story starts when I was born. But, I have no idea about my mom and dad till now because they left me since I was born. And I grew as a beggar. I didn’t know about respect, honesty, love, care and charity. Education and society had no meaning for me.
The ones in my environment were really harsh, insolent and rude. They had no standard. Maybe I didn’t also have standard. And it was horrific to be beggar who couldn’t taste the real aspect of life. I told to myself that I hated my life a lot every night though I didn’t know what the word “hate” indeed meant. I didn’t like the cold winter night which made me freeze. I detested the people who humiliated and put down me. I didn’t want the time of starvation. I loathed the ones who took my savings and bullied me. Life was so severe for me to survive. I was sometimes about to give up.
But, things completely changed when I was fifteen years old. I still remembered that day which I met Mr. Jason. That time, I was at peak of depression, stress and all. I thought I didn’t want to live any more. So I went to Than Lwin River to suicide. And, there, I saw Mr. Jason who was about thirty years old. He was in the suit of black and was really handsome. He could really impress me, he took my mind. I was flowing in his speech. He said that he wanted to buy the rest of my life. I didn’t know that we could buy people. He said he would give many things, much money and he would even fulfill my wishes. I just had to do what he said. I didn’t know that he was buying the place of my own which was my mind. And I dealt with him. And he took me to his home which was in downtown area. Although it was downtown, his house
Everyone has the place of their own and so do I. But, the place of my own is not that big, majestic or magnificent and also it is not physical. It’s just a simple one. But, the story behind the place of my own is really mesmerizing. And I hope I will not be here anymore if anyone becomes to know my story.
The story starts when I was born. But, I have no idea about my mom and dad till now because they left me since I was born. And I grew as a beggar. I didn’t know about respect, honesty, love, care and charity. Education and society had no meaning for me.
The ones in my environment were really harsh, insolent and rude. They had no standard. Maybe I didn’t also have standard. And it was horrific to be beggar who couldn’t taste the real aspect of life. I told to myself that I hated my life a lot every night though I didn’t know what the word “hate” indeed meant. I didn’t like the cold winter night which made me freeze. I detested the people who humiliated and put down me. I didn’t want the time of starvation. I loathed the ones who took my savings and bullied me. Life was so severe for me to survive. I was sometimes about to give up.
But, things completely changed when I was fifteen years old. I still remembered that day which I met Mr. Jason. That time, I was at peak of depression, stress and all. I thought I didn’t want to live any more. So I went to Than Lwin River to suicide. And, there, I saw Mr. Jason who was about thirty years old. He was in the suit of black and was really handsome. He could really impress me, he took my mind. I was flowing in his speech. He said that he wanted to buy the rest of my life. I didn’t know that we could buy people. He said he would give many things, much money and he would even fulfill my wishes. I just had to do what he said. I didn’t know that he was buying the place of my own which was my mind. And I dealt with him. And he took me to his home which was in downtown area. Although it was downtown, his house