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!"

My face flushed. No one was around, but I was embarrassed to find something that Stefan touched so appealing. How could someone like him have created something so moving? I put the picture back against the wall and chose my

"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

When I was younger, things were so simple. I was getting good grades, winning spelling bees, and even making honor roll. Everything started going downhill when my parents seperated. As I got older things became more difficult. My teenage years were some of the hardest times of my life.

People never realize how special things are until they are gone. My grand aunt, Aunt Mim, used to always give us 5 dollar bills with a little red heart in the corner for our birthdays. Of course, us children didn’t think much of it, we would spend it right away for a new toy or a bag of candy. We were all very close to our Aunt Mim when we were kids, we’d spend a week in the summer with her, all of our cousins too. Aunt Mim wasn’t like an ordinary adult, she was fun and loved to break the rules. We would roll down all the hills we saw when we were out, ignoring all the people staring. But as we grew older, Aunt Mim was diagnosed with breast cancer and was soon admitted into the hospital.

The sun glistened in my eye as I was staring out the window, hoping this day would be over. I was at a new school in a new state hours from where I used to live, and anxiety was really getting to me. The butterflies in my stomach would never go away just like your parents nagging you to clean your room.

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.

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.

“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.

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.

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.