I was eating the ice cream, when my mom kicked my hand and it fell.
I start crying.
I was enjoying the swing with my friend, when my dad shoved me too hard
and I flew to the ground.
I start crying.
I was trying to imagine a story, when my mom shouted at me to stop and
be realistic.
I start crying.
I was eating with my hands, when my dad threw the spoon into my face,
"manners".
I start crying.
I was going to doubt, when my mom called me a blasphemer, and slapped me
on the face.
I start crying.
I was going to tell my truth, when my dad called me a liar, and slapped
me on the face.
I start crying.
I was going to cry, when they both shouted at me to grow up and dry my
tears.
I start crying.
The years passed, and I learned my lessons. However, one day, some ghost
felt sorry for me, and came to my parent's dream at night. "Why?" it
just asked, "Why?" it asked again. They both answered confidently.
"It is a harsh world out there, he has to be prepared, no place for dreamy
boys in this world, he needs to know how to get the bread!" The Ghost was
saddened by the reply and helpless, it went away.
I am a man now, dressing good, manners the way they should be. Not
creative, just the way I was taught. I am prepared for this tough world. Years
pass… I succeed… as a child inside me starts crying.
