Growing up

My Dad left the room like He always does but this time I felt so different.As if I were left alone in the midst of a vast Ocean.No way to be seen ,No Home to Return.That's why I Hate Growing Up.

                   We are A family of 4 composing of Mom,Dad,Brother and Me and being the young one I have always had my privileges since Very young.Getting the first hand at deserts because You are a child,To get scolded a little or not even that If you two had set up any prank on others.To be honest It felt good at first but then I grew up.I was so dumb and childish back in Young days that I used to think growing up is the Best thing.But,Little did I know that Everything comes with its own Pros and Cons.While Getting old helped me understand myself better,It also fetched the sweet days I had hold tight in my first.

           I haven't had many people around me since childhood.So Family has been the biggest Wealth.But,I don't know why This feeling kept arising now That I don't even matter to this Family.I know This feeling might fade away with time but As long as I am feeling this I wanna keep a record in order not to forget there was even a time like this.Now-a-Days I just want to get lost for real.Even Then I don't think they would look for me.I feel like just an Extra right now with no vital role in this family.No body would even care if the Writer in a single second throw me out of this world he has created.I know I am thinking way too much and nagging and nagging endlessly.But,What yaar!That's what I wanna do right now.If U wanna read then just stay otherwise Get lost!

          I still remember back in childhood ,We Had A set Of beautiful Glass which was way Expensive.We had just moved to a new house and That day was The Unpacking Day.Everyone was opening boxes and keeping things at their suitable places and Me being a 5 y/o,not wanting to feel left alone,tried to help which in turn turned out to be an accident.I was carrying the Glass And Suddenly My feet Slipped on The marble and The glass broke into pieces.I still Remember The First thing I heard After that was,"Oh No!Are You Okay?".I never realised it back then that  Once I will be longing to listen to these words.

        Cut to 12 Years Later,I was Riding back home when I met with another accident and fell to ground Wounding both myself And My Vehicle.When I came back home that day and My family got to know about the accident needless to say All I wanted to hear was A simple,"Are You  okay?" But All I  got to hear was "You broke the vehicle?!","We Don't have an insurance","Oh Shit!The Expenses will be too high for repairing". . .All these expressions were my mom's and When My Dad Came home my mom said,"She got in an accident and broke the vehicle."As If To Imply I did it on purpose to fill more and more tension in their life.Even after listening to that I just hoped  to see A little worry on his face for me.But,He entered,Took his Belonging and Left the room like he always does but this time I felt  so different. . .As If I were left in the middle of a vast ocean.No way to be seen,No home to return...

No body Asked If I was okay , If I got Myself Stained with Blood or Did That Hurt , May be simply because It didn't matter to them...If not that Then , Why Didn't they ask?Why Did I felt Left alone that day Even after being among so many people?

Is that the thing called growing up?!Losing your close ones,Dealing with your wounds and bruises alone , Generously donating your once unconditional love to Limitless Conditions...If Not Then Please let me know in the comments what is growing up?