The Story Of My Life

“Is that so? My goodness, I'm so sorry.” Billy apologized with a hence of guiltiness in his voice.

"I bid $20000." I mumble and she screams into the phone. "What! You're an idiot!"

I pulled a second plate for her. I diced and dressed a small potato then smothered it in a brown gravy sauce. I could finally afford a suitable meal since I now received a decent wage. However, I really did miss my miniature vegetable plants that I had to leave behind at Bernauer.

"Who are you?" You felt the leather chair turn you around to forcefully face a terrifying fox face with soulless pupils that reminded you of Springtrap. You gasped in horror at his burnt face and tried to bury yourself in your chair but the hook wasn't helping.

“But… But… Jungkook would get mad,” Taehyung stuttered out, snapping his attention back to Yoon Sik.

“Can you please tell her you can’t come,” I plead, “ I need to have a date, it would be awful for my image if I show up without a date”

“We thought you were going to die and wanted to make sure you were ok.” It was Jungkook

After my wife passed away, I didn’t think there was much more meaning in my life. I knew eventually everybody passed from old age and I didn’t have much time left in my own life but I had hoped that what little I did have I could spend with my beloved wife, Ruth. We had been married 52 years before the angel of death came and took away my light in the middle of the night. At least she had passed silently and painlessly.

“My little girl is going to make it far! This one is going to see the world!”, uttered my grandfather as he held me for the first time after I was born. It turned out he was right as always. My life story includes escaping war-torn Kabul on a donkey which my family and I are lucky to have survived after nearly being hit by a missile, then immigrating to Germany for hopes of a better future and lastly ending up in the United States as a teenager. Three different continents and each provided me with more growth then the previous one.

In my life, there’s have been a lot of ups and downs in the little eighteen years that I have. Each one of them have been something important and life changing for me. When we go through hard things in life, I think that we learn more of it than from the good things. And what may see as a bad thing could be the best thing that ever happen to you. Changes can represent risks, fear, and challenges, but they are the best thing to do if you want your life to be better or go in a different way. We only must make the best out of it, and that’s what I did when I came to this country.

As I am sitting by the bay window I start to see all the things that could happen instead of what is happening. I try not to be as negative as I am, I try to be the best did you see there that I tried to be positive for a second, but it just goes away, I don’t know why, it just feels as if I am walking on water and at that point as I feel free I fall right into the water just like that but you will know why. So, here I am telling you my story about my life,  my problems, and solutions this is how it all started.

With love and family comes heart break and sorrow. Certain individuals will let agony define them, and others will persevere and find the qualities of life that remain bright. In the past sixteen years of my life, I have experienced both dejection and elation; however, in my mind, those moments of defeat have left the most prominent scar behind. Although the initial experience may have been negative, knowledge and appreciation for life was gained because of it.

Taehyung stared at the creased photograph he held in his hand. It was eight years old, and the only photo with his mom in it that he didn’t throw away. The edges around it were faded, much like the memory behind it.

The running shower ended. Three minutes later the bathroom room door opened and the informant named D exited. He quickly dried off and shot the towel into the dirty clothes basket. Swish! He pimp walked over to the dresser and removed a pair of boxers, T-shirt, and socks. Throwing them all on the bed, one by one.

People don’t realize the sad truth that I’ve been holding on for and secretly suffering with most of my life. People seem to see me as a girl that is naturally bubbly, happy, and outgoing. This was a way for me to hide my real emotions in the time when my depression and anxiety were major factors impacting my self-esteem, just a couple of years ago. So, yes, I admit it -- I was a victim of depression and anxiety. My anxiety has been occurring ever since I was a toddler. My usual anxious behavior would be when I would easily get nervous, wouldn’t talk that well in order to be understood, would go through emotional meltdowns at times, and so forth. My depression however, seem to connect a lot with my anxiety because of my meltdowns and it would easily bring my self-esteem down. One interesting fact about my depression is that it got extreme when I was in middle school. Many events in that time of my life made me feel absolutely worthless inside.