When I was given the task to write a memoir about anything. I came up blank. I didn't know what to write. I wanted it real and emotional but, I realized, I don't have anything sad. My life is perfect. So why is it so hard to write something, anything. All I need is a good grade.
But when I sat down and started writing. I realized I didn't just want the good grade. I wanted to put my heart and soul into this. There was, then, just one problem. I don't know what to share. I want it realistic, but I like to write mystery, and there is no mystery in my life. My life was normal. Or so I thought....
As I write this I discover the one big mystery in my life. What did I want?
The truth was I didn't know. I put everybody else's needs before mine and I was okay with that, or, I think I'm okay with that. If I was being honest with myself, I know I'm not happy. Not truly.
YOU ARE READING
My Memoir
Short StoryWe all wear masks to hide who we really are because we're afraid that people will judge us. Someday the mask will come off and there will be someone who will love us for us. But until then we pretend we're all right while we break down inside.
