I love you, old man, and I am sorry for everything. (piece in caption) *I am sorry for everything* I was only 10 years old. Papa used to be in a decent job before paralysis hit him. The body went completely numb from one side and money in the little family went numb from all sides. Usually the lone kid enjoys plenty of pampering but my case was different. I hated my home. I hated to see my struggling Ma. She used to cry a lot. Papa was always lying on the bed. The dingy room was always stinking. It was difficult for me and Ma. We used to lift him to toilet. He felt very heavy to me because I was pretty small. We used to feed him with utmost care. But you could see it in his eyes that he wanted to die. He didn't like being a burden on the family. I had switched from an english medium school to a government school. Mother was working in other people's houses. I was not doing well at school. I was depressed actually. Every classmate of mine was living the life. Everyone seemed happy. Everyone celebrated little things. I felt like an outsider, an alien. Happiness was not for me. The jolly days were not for me. Going back home was an ordeal. Sometimes, I used to run to my friend's home and spend the night there. It was not nice. It really wasn't.
