1 Life

Before starting, know that this story isn't a romance nor a happy go lucky type,

It's a story about pain, sacrifice, about how much can the world change a man.

I remember the first time I thought about writing my diary, I thought that if I

keep seeing my dream and the steps I take in its direction would keep me motivated

but I couldn't have been more wrong.

my first ever memory was of my father, my father was a farmer, one day when he

took me out to the fields a dog attacked me to the four-year-old me it was a

nightmare, my father ran to me he kicked the dog away, he lifted me up and kept on

telling me that everything is gonna be okay, I didn't understand what he meant, till I

felt an intense pain on my shoulder, I tried to move my arm yet it wasn't there, the dog has bitten my small handoff, I remember clearly my mother's tears and my

father's eyes, eyes that were full of pain, the pain of knowing how hard the life of his

son will be, it took me six months to recover physically, my parents did all they could

to help me yet cause of the harsh winter and our poor situation all that they could do

was keep me alive, I would lay down on my bed at night, look at the stars and wonder,

why me? what did I do to deserve this pain? , one year after my accident I had to start

working with my father due to the fees of the doctor and the harsh winter that

affected our corps, we were barely surviving, my mother and my sister who were two

years younger than me would stay at home and sew clothes to sell so that we could

barely live, I would sometimes look at the kids of the merchants running around,

going to school, buying all the things they wanted, and I would think that one day my

life will change, someone will give me a hand like in the stories my mother told me

and my sister, yet even before spring arrived the "hand" came, sadly it wasn't a

helping hand it was the hand of a merchant who wanted to buy our small land, he

came to our small house with his guards, I didn't understand much then but from

what little I can remember, it was a life-changing moment in all of our lives my life,

the life of my family and the life of the merchant, my father tried his best to keep our

life stable by stable I meant having dried bread as dinner, we hanged on for two years,

the first one on to give in was my sister, her weak body couldn't handle the rough life,

she died of cold and hunger, I didn't realize it then but the death of my sister has

broken something inside of me, and that was the very first time I felt hate, I hated

myself I hated my father my mother for being weak for not standing up against the

man who took everything away from us, I hated him as well for treating us like

nothing but ants, and on that day the day when I woke up to find the cold body of my

sister laying down beside me, I made myself a promise that I will do whatever it takes

to take my revenge and that I will make it so that no one can stop me.