I Will Live For Myself

I was born as the second child in my family, or I should better say second girl child. I know many of you would be offended by reading this but, this is the sad truth of the women born in an orthodox family. Thank God my mother and father were not much affected by these thoughts. My mom welcomed me with a warm, comforting, motherly smile, but dad was a bit sad not that he didn't love me, cause somewhere the society and his orthodox background worried him. My father gave my mother a thoughtful look with a heavy sigh, my mother understood what exactly was going in his mind and she said with a teary eyes and heavy voice "I simply don't care what people would say about her, or would accept her willingly but if you didn't accepted our daughter with all your heart, I would take her in my arms and jump outside the hospital window" My dad held me with all heart in his arms and gave my other an emotion of acceptance. That was the first day my mother took stand for me. But it was just a start and a long battle was awaiting still.

As me being the second child in the family of 6, blessed with 2 brothers and 1 sister never demanded or got any special attention in my family. My sister was the eldest and the naughtiest, my brothers were small and needed much care, so I made myself in such a way that my parents were never tensed about making me study , feed or preparing me for examinations. I did those single handedly. My parents happily considered me as a perfect child. But this perfection proved a curse over my innocence, it led those selfish, mean objectives straight towards me. Slowly creeping towards me to destroy my innocence with a cruel, evil smile. The day I would never forget my entire life, our house was loaded with guest as my aunt's son my cousin brother was getting married. A long line of guests came from village to pay their visit and bless the lovely bride and groom. And one day we all were at our aunt's place having lunch when my mother gave me the keys of house and said I should return home as there was no one there. I came back home, opened the gate and entered my house, but before I could go and change there was a knock at the front door. I gave a look and saw there was my uncle standing outside . I opened the door and he walked in closing the door behind. I straight went to my room to change, but while I was locking the door of my room he struggled in with a force giving the jerk to the door. I was shocked but before I could recover out of this he held me right around in his arms and tried to kiss me. I was struggling from getting free from his grip but being a girl of 12 it wasn't possible for me. He pushed me on bed and came over me . That day even the thought of relation was ashamed. But before he could succeed his intentions. The bell rang and my brother was there, though he was small, but he could get the fear in my eyes. He came and hugged me, comforted me, wiped my tears, and said "I will always protect you, di" you don't need to fear anyone in this world. And from that day I faced a lot if things like depression, heartbreak, enmity, shameful thoughts and words, but never gave up. This was my success story from can't to can. What's yours??