Your Evers( Part 1)

My Bedroom Sweet and sunny day, the sun is above my head. Even this day is the same day that comes every day in my life. I want to see something unseen,know something unknown, do something undone, but I can't, no I can't. My life is like a clock which ticktock in the same way whether it is today or tomorrow. The best thing in my life is the post office near my home. I can only enjoy myself writing a letter to an unknown person every week. I don't know him, (though I don't know if the person is male or female). I guess I will be unable to know him even in the future. Actually I don't want to know him because I fear if he finds me, he would stop writing to me. I don't want this letter writing to stop. Whoever he is, he never mentioned his name or his address. Even I didn't. -Lily, what the hell are you doing? Haven't I told you to boil some eggs? Good for nothing! -Wait, father. I am doing it right now. -I can't wait anymore. My father, the biggest worry for my whole life. My mother doesn't die but she doesn't live with us. Why? Even I don't know. I will never know it. Father has forbidden me to ask about mother even for once. He has pleased me to do so. I don't want to hurt him because he is the only thing I have. My days pass as the same as it was yesterday. Bogura govt.high school,my school where I only go for my father's satisfaction and so that I can enrich my English to write those letters. Honestly, I have only two friends in school. We are not so close, we just talk about studies. Sometimes I wonder how can Merry(The most so-called beautiful girl in our class) makes so many friends easily? She misbehaves with them but they don't leave her. And look at me, the unluckiest girl in the class.No one talks to me. It is after all my fault, that's what father says. It's true. I like myself alone but sometimes I feel loneliness in the depth of my heart, It pains a lot. It pains harder than a cut, even stronger than thousands of cuts. When I feel it I read the letters, I don't know why, It makes me comfortable, warm and adorable. The letters are so closer to my heart, I told my friend Tili once about those letters but she made it fun and shouted in the class, "Lily is writing love letters to an unknown person".I was then disheartened but I ignored it later as I always do. The class has also tagged me as' the most ignorer person ' of the class,though I have ignored it too! I am too desperate for my next letter. The person who writes to me is known to me very well. But I am not saying that I know his name,address, his phone number, even his sex! The things I know about him are his favorite food, place, color, zodiac, idol, etc which the others considerate too unimportant. But I bet his and my choices are almost the same. I like that thing most about us, our letters. There is only 1 day left to get my letter. I have to figure out things about the whole week that I will write in the letter. Seriously I can't wait. I can't wait to feel the moment. To be continued