I start hating
I START HATING I am here waking up in a very dawn,i can’t see anything except an intense glare coming from a little window of my room.I am rubbing my hand over my eyes,now i can see a blur view of my window straight to my head.Now i am leaving my bed,that intense glare attracting me towards itself,i dragged myself into an open space.Here i can feel the cold air around my neck and under my nostrils,i can breath that coldness ,i start breathing heavily like those few breathes are left in the world. How good this is, even you can feel it just by imagining. it seems a perfect morning and everything seems great. No! its not perfect. “life is easy to imagine but hard to live” let me tell you something behind my perfect morning. Every morning i wake up like this,then i see my mother,deep in her eyes i can see a fear,fear of ,will her husband make enough money to feed his family at night,fear of each upcoming suffering day,fear of her son’s future. I belong to a poor family