My Failure

I was born in 1997 in Warburton. I was crying as usual children cry when they are born. I did not know that this cry will be perpetual. I was raised religiously. My parents were from the middle class. I could not fulfill my wishes. As I wanted a cycle but they could not give me one. I had 2 elder brothers and one sister. The sister was caring. She took care of me a lot. When my parents had no time for me, she always was there to see me. I learned only about sad aspects of life, instead of happy aspects. As I was examining fights in my family for property and money. I was crying but nobody was caring, because the pain was a normal thing for them. They kept me crying. My childhood was without stories that parents read to their children to make them happy. my life was filled with pain