A Darling to a Fighter
Family with a only child is always a darling, full of affection, that shower led a helping hand to even overlook the "lacks" I own to. The steps they adjoins giving their fingers and those LoL moments of my imblance of my legs and eventually fell down. One of the red lighted facts my family and others scare of "My Terrible Crying". Once I start up my raga, it doesn't want to stop. Among the family, there must be the one, who is like a "cheerleader", an "applause" to your performance in the life. My aunt, I address her as "o pei" in our local language. From making myself to hold a handkerchief to wipe my running nose or asking me to step alone be a fighter, remembered one of the days of my school, I don't know A or B, it was an Assamese medium school, me an introvert girl, so reserved, even scare to utter a single word, full of supposition, looking me weeping, the headmistress call up my aunt, she call me out gave me a packet...