I Knew This Was My Moment
“I knew this was my moment.”
“Dear diary,” I started to write on one of the blank pages of my diary. For the past few months, my diary has been my only companion. These pages are where I write my stories and let my imagination run free while I pour my heart out on each page. I continued to write. “I’ve decided that, for today’s diary entry, I’ll write a story. A story I have never had the courage to write. But lately, it is all I have been thinking about. I need to get it out of my head and set it free, so here goes.” I took a deep breath before I continued to write.
“She heard the same words over and over again. “Useless. That’s what you are!
Nothing but a hopeless creature.” That’s what everyone would say to her. Ana was continuously hurt. Bullied, abused, and completely uncared for. She couldn’t help the fact she was born that way. The doctors told my parents that she was what you call ‘a miracle baby’. In spite of the fact that she was born with a defect in her brain, my parents did not care. Her “friends” didn’t care either. Then again, she would behave strangely at times and randomly drop to the ground because of a mental breakdown at least once every two weeks.
Maybe that was the reason why she got hurt. Because people thought she was abnormal.
They thought she was mad. Even her parents. Perhaps they just wanted a normal child, not a problematic one.
“Moments. My life is a series of moments I need to endure. A series of moments I need to make full use of, no matter what.” Those were the words Ana would tell herself everyday just to give her that bit of motivation to push through the day. She tried her best to be happy. To be all right when she was not being pushed around. Even though deep down, she knew that she was in fact, far from that. She would long for the days when she would be free. She dreamt about the days when she would not have to deal with all this. Not only did she have to deal with bullies at school, but even after
“Dear diary,” I started to write on one of the blank pages of my diary. For the past few months, my diary has been my only companion. These pages are where I write my stories and let my imagination run free while I pour my heart out on each page. I continued to write. “I’ve decided that, for today’s diary entry, I’ll write a story. A story I have never had the courage to write. But lately, it is all I have been thinking about. I need to get it out of my head and set it free, so here goes.” I took a deep breath before I continued to write.
“She heard the same words over and over again. “Useless. That’s what you are!
Nothing but a hopeless creature.” That’s what everyone would say to her. Ana was continuously hurt. Bullied, abused, and completely uncared for. She couldn’t help the fact she was born that way. The doctors told my parents that she was what you call ‘a miracle baby’. In spite of the fact that she was born with a defect in her brain, my parents did not care. Her “friends” didn’t care either. Then again, she would behave strangely at times and randomly drop to the ground because of a mental breakdown at least once every two weeks.
Maybe that was the reason why she got hurt. Because people thought she was abnormal.
They thought she was mad. Even her parents. Perhaps they just wanted a normal child, not a problematic one.
“Moments. My life is a series of moments I need to endure. A series of moments I need to make full use of, no matter what.” Those were the words Ana would tell herself everyday just to give her that bit of motivation to push through the day. She tried her best to be happy. To be all right when she was not being pushed around. Even though deep down, she knew that she was in fact, far from that. She would long for the days when she would be free. She dreamt about the days when she would not have to deal with all this. Not only did she have to deal with bullies at school, but even after