Written by: Admin_SheEvo
My childhood wasn’t as perfect as that of other children, but I have learned to love and accept it. Due to life circumstances, I had to live with my relatives at a very young age. Growing up, observing other children enjoy the love and care of their families, witnessing the tender conversations between mothers and daughters, experiencing joyful family moments on vacations and reunions, all of these things deeply saddened me.
I used to feel envious of the way other parents took pride in their children, especially since I never had the privilege of experiencing that.
“Meet my beautiful daughter and son,” someone would say.
“But I thought you had three kids,” I would inquire.
“Oops, sorry, the other kid is not my child, I’m just taking care of her for a while.”
Such statements were not intentionally hurtful, but they left a lasting negative impression on my mind. I often believed that perhaps I didn’t belong in other people’s lives, and that my own life was somehow cursed. However, I eventually realized that this perspective was completely wrong. As I grew older, I discovered that life is a gift and everyone has their rightful place.
Love cannot be truly felt without being given, and expressing one’s feelings is more valuable than trying to make an impression. I came to understand that the phrase “Nobody is perfect” also applied to my own family. Because of this, I learned to love my parents, siblings, and relatives, as well as everyone who supported me despite their weaknesses and flaws. Each person is special in their own unique way.
I made a decision to offer the best of what I couldn’t experience and possess. Sometimes, it’s not just about what you couldn’t obtain, but about what you can give. I have learned to give more and to embrace the wonders of the world. This has been the most incredible feeling, and I hope you can experience it too.
Written by: Dativa Mugashe