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Hi…

I’m a little kid who’s now 22 years old. I just turned this age right during Eid this year. A little kid who always hoped to receive money from lots of people during Eid. A little kid who always asked for more and more. A little kid who was never satisfied. A little kid who wasn’t very grateful (it seems). And so much more.

Hahaha

It turns out this little kid has lost all the hopes he once dreamed of when Eid arrived. This little kid no longer feels any of that. Instead, this little kid is forced by circumstances to earn a living to support his small family. A small family consisting only of his mother and father, who have never lived in harmony under one roof. This isn’t a fragment or a sliver of small happiness, but rather endless fragments of small conflicts. In fact, almost every day, this little child mediates arguments that, in his eyes, are unimportant.

Almost every day, this little child thinks about how his life will continue, especially since he has no resources to contribute to this complex world. He doesn’t know how to walk, run, or even fly to pursue his aspirations. Moreover, he is the sole hope in his family; no one helps him, let alone supports him. He struggles alone, falls alone, gets hurt alone, heals his own wounds, and he has only himself.

Actually, he never kept anything to himself, but the faster the clock ticks, the more he has to save himself. So far, he’s been a strong and resilient child. But who knows how long this resilience will last. Even now, he’s almost reached a point of profound confusion.

Everyone might tell him to be patient, but those are just “words of comfort and encouragement.”

People don’t know how heavy the burden this child has to bear, or how much effort he’s putting in. Because, as mentioned earlier, this child prefers to keep everything bottled up inside. He doesn’t want to be a burden or have others know the extent — whether big or small — of the problems he’s facing.