Why does it always happen to me that some weird dream suddenly appears out of nowhere in my mind, and all I can do is just go with the flow? I may be old by age, but I swear to protect the loved ones in my life.
I wish I had understood this earlier, but as time passes, I find myself getting closer to my family—not just my parents, but also my brother, bhabhi, and their children.
Even though they are not my own, I consider their children as mine because, somewhere deep down, they carry some part of me in their genes. And if they ever get hurt—these young warriors of the future—it truly hurts me too.
It feels as if the pain isn't just theirs, but mine as well. Think about it—even a single scratch on them makes me so tense, as if I’m the one suffering the pain.
Maybe that's why I'm still single. Perhaps God has reserved my destiny to sacrifice myself for the peace of others.
But at the end of the day, I'm just a normal human being—nothing more. That incident in my dream taught me the right path in life.
Let my life keep moving the way destiny has placed me, right where I am today.
I’m not feeling sad, nor bad about myself. Somehow, I feel happy in this moment. Words are too few, no matter how much I write, to express my true feelings.
Perhaps it's my fate to take care of the young ones and remain this way, because I have seen it myself.
To be honest, I am weak compared to my children. They are much smarter and more intelligent than I ever was at their age.
When I was their age, I was nothing like them.
Anyway, let’s end this dream story before it becomes too much for my readers to handle.
Until next time…
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