My sad childhood(Story)
My childhood was sad. My name is Madalin and I am 27 years old. I will turn 28 in March. I am an average guy who has been tried in life by God. My story starts when I was a child, I was in kindergarten with my brother. We were happy and I was about 7 years old. I still remember that day when my mother brought me to kindergarten and left. I started to cry because I thought she would come back to pick me up. But she never did. That day changed my life. My parents separated and I don’t really know the reason, but I know that my father was born with a movement disability and I think that might be why my mother left and started seeing other men. My father, who had the disability, stayed to raise me and my brother. I was 11 years old when I started to get bullied in school because I was an orphan without a mother. The other kids would ask me when my mother’s birthday was and at parent-teacher meetings, I had no one to represent me. I felt like a weirdo.
Meanwhile, my father finally started to attend parent-teacher meetings, but it was difficult for him because of his disability. I still remember when I was feeling bad at school and my father came and brought me some pills. However, what hurt me the most that day was when the children laughed at my father because of his disability. He stuttered, repeated the same words, and had trouble with movements because of his illness. That hurt me and I still remember it. But you know, this made me strong in life and I fought along with my brother, who now has a child of his own. Both of us have fought with life and we are here today thanks to God.
