My Dearest Self

Her Life I

My life is perfect up till the death of my darling father. Everything fell apart. Everything. Literally all of it. My age at the time was only six, which was too young. too little. But it doesn't stop me from going insane and weeping uncontrollably. As a teacher, friend, and father, he was my favourite. He was my entire world.

Since I'm only six years old, they said I would be okay, but I wasn't. They are mistaken in that. My mother and I were both so overcome with melancholy. My mother was so distraught that she was unable to console me. My beloved brother, who is two years older than I am, was frozen in place. Neither laughed nor cried. Merely silence. My mother grasped his hand and gave us both a warm embrace. With love in her heart and tears rolling down her cheek.

My brother suddenly started crying. My mother hugged me more tightly while sobbing even more. Everyone present at the time was in tears as they watched us in that moment. They are undoubtedly wondering how my mother would raise us since my devoted father is the only source of support and resources for us. That marks the beginning of my life as the youngest daughter, who will soon grow up to be the strongest.