Tears in heaven... Smiles in hell
Do you know what living in a world, where you’re always being told what to do, means? To have a family, where nobody cares about you?
I thought I had one. Here’s my story…
1992. I was 18 years old. To me, life had stopped. I wanted to do something that would change everything. But I did not have the chance.
There was a crisis.
And our family, was now poorer than ever…
My mother lost her job in December. We could barely survive with my dad’s salary. This winter was the worst thing to ever happen to me. The food we ate, the bed I slept in... Everything was cold. One day my dad came home saying he lost a huge amount on poker. Our last money.
I began hating my parents, thinking they did not know how to look after their family. I started falling out with them and always found a reason to bang the door. One day we just stopped talking to each other – like enemies…
I thought it could not get any worse. I was wrong.
A month later I got sick and one gloomy day I just fell asleep…
I did not know what had happened to me and my parents – one day, as I woke up, I found myself lying in that bed – everything was white and the silence could kill me… For just a blink of an eye I said to myself, I was dead and everything was OK – I was in heaven… I closed my eyes. Then heard a cry. That was not heaven, but a hospital. My mother was there, staring worried at me. I smiled to her – she was so beautiful…
I asked her how long I had been asleep and her answer shocked me. Five months had past. She was crying, explaining how sorry she was, accusing herself…
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Now I believe this “dream” changed my life. It showed how I should behave towards the people I love.
Now my parents mean everything to me. And my kids – they would say their grandparents rock!
I didn’t know love really existed until I felt it.
I didn’t know poverty, misery and pain until I crashed into them.
I didn’t know anything… but I do know.
P.S.: It's not a real story.... I just felt like writing something like that