I am enclosed in a box and I can’t break through. Though this box was made of paper, I can’t seem to have the strength to break free. Maybe I never tried or maybe I am used to it.
My parents, since I am their first child,
handled me with utmost precaution, imposed the whatnots of life and isolated me from the influence of childhood. I understand very well that for me to take the right path they have to do those mentioned above and I appreciate all the things they did. As far as I know, I took the right path. I grew up to be a responsible person. They taught me the art of practicality and the law of hard work but not the skill of communication.
handled me with utmost precaution, imposed the whatnots of life and isolated me from the influence of childhood. I understand very well that for me to take the right path they have to do those mentioned above and I appreciate all the things they did. As far as I know, I took the right path. I grew up to be a responsible person. They taught me the art of practicality and the law of hard work but not the skill of communication.
I am afraid to let anyone in my circle because I’m used to be alone. Except for my classmates in school, I have difficulty in reaching out to other people. I seem to struggle when starting a conversation with a stranger. I seldom talk to my relatives, even when they’re just a few blocks away. I never visit them and see what they’re up to lately. That’s why even if they’re related to me; I never really know them at all.
I don’t want to be like this anymore but I am afraid of what they have to say. I want to escape from this box but I can’t do this on my own.
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