My life after my father's death

It's 2015 22nd Dec evening time, I was at shopping, suddenly my cousin had a call from my another cousin. He said my father had passed away, they didn't tell me when I get home everyone was there, our neighbors, friends and all family members. I get in and I haven't idea that people who born and live with us will die. I was 7 at that time it was first death in my life, I don't know what is happening here. My grandfather said that they want to bury his son at their village. So morning we are going to them at Gujranwala my father's dad home. My father's died body is in front of me and I don't know 😅 what is happening and why everyone is crying. It's time to bury him and I want to talk to him and ask him that why he's lying here like this. We go graveyard and bury him.

After 3 days I have to know that I'm adopted he wasn't my real father but he loves alot, I really miss him he come in my dreams but didn't talk to me😔. Whenever my mum scold me I fight with her that I'm adopted that's why you do this my father loves me but you don't, and always she get hurts by my words. Now we live at my mother's big brother's home with his family. In starting they love us they love me.

It have been years, and I'm still living with them. But now they don't love us that much they just said all there work to me and my mum like maid. If we argue with them about anything they said if you want to live here you have to do this. I'm in 10th standard. Thinking that when I will be enough mature to get out from here and live separately with my mum happily. They know our weaknesses, and they play with us with our emotions. I pray to my God give me peace and patience, and energy to don't give up for my mum💜.

"Don't give up for any stupid reason, live for yourself, for your parents, for your dreams".

"Fight with your fear".

Carol Tariq