Short Stories

Once there was a child who really has everything that a normal kid would have. He has friends, toys, good family and a great life. But then one day, that kid was separated from his friends because he was moved to a brand new home. For 3 years he wanted to go back where his friends were living but it never happened. Since then he became lonely and learned how to be a loner and to be independent. He always sits in the garage and looking outside to those children who were playing. He had never felt to be a kid until he grew up. And that’s the story. Do you know who that kid is? You guess it right, it’s me. Since I was separated from my cousins and my friends, I became independent and matured in an early age. I learned how to solve my own problems by myself and without any help from others. But the only thing that I really hate is that I really never felt to be a kid. I was very angry that I was separated from my friends. And I was alone here in Las Piñas City for 3 years. These years are my greatest loneliness in my life. But I think, I should let go of it. Besides, it is the past. I can’t change the things that already happened.