I was born in 2009.I was a healthy kid with pretty features... they said.I was good at everything,a perfect kid every parents wished to get...they said,"what happened now Brooklyn?"...."OH gosh whenever I'm short of money you always get sick,are you some kind of cursed kid who was born to heat up my mind whenever I'm in a worse situation... to make it more~ worse??"....I kept my head low trying to act unfazed with the words ...but I gulped and gulped and gulped to maintain my posture.I was having a fever and fainted.When I regained my consciousness,I met the words.
My nose started to bleed,which eventually led my dad to stop scolding and took me to hospital.And confirmed it was allergy caused by dust as my nose were sensitive.
When we came back,dad bursted "you are such a burden!"...and walked out the room slamming the door leaving me with the bag of medicine alone.I sat alone in the dark...it was peacefully quiet and all I could hear was dad laughing with my older brother on phone,my brother went abroad to study.
I am Brooklyn now 17 years old,I am an artist uhm.. occasionally.I am a science student.You might be confused here well let me clear out your confusion...I love arts and i love making and i make good,I get so many praise from strangers too.But i am an Indian,parents convinced me to take science although i kept saying I am going to be a famous artist since 8 to 16..."no matter what,Indian kids will eventually follow their parents wished just to see them smile."
As if the phrases are written by permanent markers in every Indian kids life stories.We were so eager to be THE REASON of their happiness we could do whatever,whatever it costs.And I did the same..."Why your physics grade is so low, you are so freaking dumb look at your brother.Its not like he has two brains or three eyes.You are just an individual that only lead the earth to increase itz weight.YOU ARE NO USE." "Freak ye I am no use ofcourse in science not in arts,never even thought to send me to any extra classes when every parents did and now you guys want me to score like their kids??" -A slap sound echoed the quiet room-