Personal Experience: Spending Happy Times with The Family

At some point, no one has ever been happy with their family. It may be because of a bad decision, a terrible misunderstanding or an inevitable situation. It could be a lot of things. But in my family, it was something simple yet irritating: rules. It felt suffocating. And because of it, I was hardly allowed to do the things I wanted to; like hanging out with friends for one.

I can seemingly recall how often I felt left out; from the clothes I wore to the things I didn’t have. And in fact, no one would believe me if I told them I don’t and will never have a Facebook account. Apparently, I am not age-ready and responsible enough to have one. And even if I will be in the later years, it wouldn’t be that much of a hit anymore. It wouldn’t matter as much by then, because people would be busy with something else.

You’ll never know how awful it felt to have to hear the whole class talk about a recent outing, or a movie they all watched together and just sit quiet and have nothing to say. I was always the one who wasn’t there when I could’ve been. By now, you should know I am not the typical teenager who goes out often or wears trendy clothes or eats famous food or knows the latest news about celebrities or even spends that much time on the phone, laptop or someplace else. I’m the type of fifteen year-old who does chores every day, reads a book spare time or not, stays home at every attempt of asking for permission to go elsewhere, and wears hand-me-down clothes. Most times I turned down invitations from friends, because aside from the fact that there were small chances of me being allowed to go, I didn’t have the money in spending. And I wasn’t raised to ask for it from anyone, not even my parents. We were given just what ...

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...ose times I felt sorry for myself, pointless. I might not have what everyone else has nor do I have the latest everything, but I now realize that I do like what I am and what I hold. In fact I do love chores, and reading a book, spare time and not and staying home at every attempt of asking for permission to go someplace else and even wearing hand-me-downs. This life my parents have grown me in, is something I would never exchange for the world. As I looked around our classroom, I saw heads bent and shoulders sagging with all efforts of hiding tearful eyes. Truly, there is nothing else that touches the hearts of many if not family. I have learned that it was possible not to wait till old age just to realize what you have missed. Though regrets may be meant for everyone young or old, it was always our own duty when to realize it and where to begin to change.