The weather was pleasant. A warm wind was blowing. That was the first day of spring. The trees were all covered in leaves and blossoms. The scent of several flowers was blended in the air. I was strolling in a park near my house. I recently moved back to my old residence. I never anticipated that I would return here. Outside, it was spring, but inside, it was fall. Everything within me is dying, just as everything around us begins to die in the fall. All of the leaves, flowers, and buds, as well as the world's beauty, vanish.
In the world, after autumn, everyone knows that spring will come. It is considered to be a new beginning. "What is it for me? A new beginning... Not at all".
While going around the park, I am surrounded by both sad and wonderful memories. I used to wander around this park with my mum. It is the closest park to both my current residence and the place in which I formerly resided with my parents. I had a wonderful family. I had nice friends, but I believe God dislikes it. He separated me from my parents.
My parents began to quarrel often when I was nine years old. They seem unconcerned that I am observing them. Perhaps love had fled their hearts. That caused them to split up. They separated. I was heartbroken and depressed. My parents go about their lives as if nothing has happened. They both became preoccupied with their profession.
I was initially living with my father. My mother pays me a visit and tells me she'll take me with her. It was difficult to live with my father. He was a terrible spouse and parent. He used to bring women with him. Normally, I study at night. So I used to see him come home late and intoxicated with other ladies. Seeing these things causes me to tear up a lot.
I desperately wanted to flee my father's house. My parents soon began to feud over me. My mother took legal action against my father. She wanted me to live with her, but my father refused. The matter dragged on for months with no resolution.
After viewing a long-lasting period, the judge asked me "with whom do you want to stay y/n". I remained mute since I didn't know what to say. I was asked repeatedly by the judge but did not react. Thus, after considering my gender and age, the court decided that "the girl shall live with her mother." I thought it would be lovely to live with my mother, but I was mistaken.
She was a working woman who worked till late at night. She worked really hard to make money. I frequently witnessed her speaking with someone on the phone while smiling and kissing the phone. That was, of course, a male. My mother used to leave me off at school, and I had to go back alone. I was extremely upset.
Even at school, I kept to myself. My friends attempted to make me laugh, but I preferred to remain silent and alone. I had lost all of life's enchantment. Nothing entertained me any longer. I was dissatisfied with my life. I wanted to flee. My life went on like way for about three years. I attempted to blend in, but it was more difficult than I thought.
I don't want to go back to my father's house since living with him was much more difficult than living with my mother. At least I had delicious meals to eat at my mother's house. My mum then chose to remarry. Her choice astounded me. My mother married the man she used to chat to, and her new husband, of course, didn't like me at all. After her marriage, I never felt safe at home.
I didn't want to do it, but she chose to talk to her mother. "I'd want to visit my father." My mum was not pleased. As a result, I fled. When I went to see my father, he was overjoyed. I assumed he was joyful because he loved me, but I was mistaken. He was overjoyed because he thought he had won. I prefer him than my mother.
I managed to spend two years with my father. So when I was 15, I wanted to go it alone. My father and mother both provided me money on a regular basis. Following a lengthy chat with each of them. They agreed to purchase an apartment for me. That wasn't in my name, but it belonged to me. My mum was concerned because I desired to live alone.
While strolling, I noticed a couple assisting their youngster with riding a bike. The mother's expression was apprehensive, whilst the father seemed to be confidence in her daughter.
"Y/N-ah, be cautious," Park Ari said. She was assisting her daughter in learning to ride her bike for the first time. "Mom, I am good at it". She yelled back. She watched her parents happy, and she saw their daughter strong and smiling. They admired her. She exited her recollections with a sound. "Pardon me. She shifted to the side.
She raised her gaze to the heavens. It was obvious. "Why does it have to be me?" She then signed and went on her way.
Park Y/N is twenty years old. Her life had been filled with ups and downs. Loss of parents, pleasure of life, friends, love, and everything else She doesn't even know if she can live much longer. She was ripped apart within, and no one was there to help her rebuild herself.