There once was a little girl, who always felt unloved for and uncared for. She always thought the people around her rebuked her for anything and everything she did. She never knew the warmth of a loving touch, the kindness in the spoken word, as a result grew up to be an insecure little girl, and soon grew up to be an insecure young lady. So much that, she wouldn’t look people in the eyes, she wouldn’t look into the mirror and she increasingly embraced silence even when she had things to say.
In this miserable life, she made a couple of friends, who stood by her despite all the stupidity she indulged in. For they saw in her, that glimmer of talent, of beauty and a good heart, which only required some polishing. They stood by her no matter how hard she pushed them away, and they always pushed her to explore herself further- to take that extra step, to break the silence and to open up to life.
They showed her how much better she was, how capable she was, how loved and cared for she was. Slowly, banking on the faith her friends had in her, she began to stand up and face life. Holding onto their hands, she took baby steps and began to dream. She dreamt of her life and took small but sturdy measures to build that life for her friends more than for herself.
Today, on her 32nd birthday, when her dream project would be launched, she would dedicate it to those very friends who had held her hands through the walk of life.
This semi-fictional post is my entry to theÂ Writerâ€™s Post Thursday Blog Hop #81
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