It was a rainy Sunday in the middle of November, which was the day Ian was born. He barely made it as he was a premature baby that was brought into this world by fate. He was given hazel eyes, black hair, and plumpy cheeks that his family used to love pulling on.
Knowing Ian was just a new-born baby, it was obvious he knew nothing about what took place in his early years of life. Ian was always close with his parents and his eldest brother, Emmanuel. Ian was always curious about what he did as a baby, and that's why he always wanted his mom to tell him tales of his early years. Briefly, his mom explained that he was "affectionate" and "loving" for how he always craved her hugs, kisses and story-telling. He even used to play-fight with his brother, which was wholesome and bonded the family together. Ian was a happy-go-lucky kid that always found joy in anything.
That was when Ian realized how blessed and appreciative he was to have been blessed with life and time.
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Non-FictionThis was a short diary of a boy that grew up not being proud of his achievements yet was thrown into a mix of high expectations by his peers. This story documents how he too, felt he was the same as everyone else yet they continued torturing him. Th...
