Only child there is..

      Many years ago, mom and dad had me. They were very young and they never had any child except me. I do not know if they planned the whole situation or did they ever really got the chance to think about it. Mom had to work abroad, while dad stayed. Tough plan it was. I grew up in a home where there was only one woman, my grandmother. I did not realize soon enough how devastated I was for not having my mom always by my side. I was a kid back then. Days, months and years went by and I was growing up fast. Time flies they say. By then, I had mixed emotions. Fear, anger, joy. A little bit of everything.  I was teased, pitied upon and I got jealous of other kids having their moms beside them every single time. I wished I had siblings too. I have never had any graduation ceremonies with my mom. I learned to be tough no matter what. It was me. I was alone.. Only child I’ll ever be. I had to be resilient. I feel glad in a way that I can have everything, without anything to share with, brothers nor sisters. Do you not think that I was a bit selfish? What else could I do?  I wish I had a choice. I wish I had atleast one sibling. Truth is, maybe it was not fun having one either. I got to experience it when I had my only cousin. That feeling when you care for someone so bad. Having to worry every single thing, I felt like a mom. That is the time I realized and I thought what I could do for the sake of my own kid. Being an only child is not being a BRAT. I, myself, can be one. Although I refused to do so. I knew I did not want to. People tell me I always keep it simple. Yes, I sure do. They would say I am rich. Nah, Tell you what? I am not. I would rather be called poor. I can have all the things I want in the world but I had to earn it. I had to earn every little or any thing I have. I ignore insults and whatever gossips I may have heard. I do not fight back not just because I am the only child there is.. But to prove that not all “only child’s” are brats and brags. We are not all the same. 🙂