Mama! Papa!

Back in 2008, a few months later, after I came into this strange world, he inaugurated his small startup school with zero students but a million hopes. He says that our school was a gift that God gave us because you came into our lives. We were not financially better at that time. So he bought a place with several rooms that were okay for him to represent as school.

Years went by. Now, it was 2012. I grew and got 4 years sharper than before. The whole day at school I would not leave my father's legs. Not because I was a crybaby but because I felt happy only around him. Also, there was no reason for me to be a crybaby because kids cry for their parents and I knew that my parents are always in the school.

About our home, there were 3 rooms on the little side of our school, that was our home. We, a family 7 would wake up early and get to the other side, which was school. When the students would depart to their homes we would open our little home that was all our hope.

Every morning, Mama would make us a delicious brekkie and we would go to school. But one day what happened was enough to screw and damage a few next years of my childhood. That was a horrific day, nothing was good about it. It was so horrific- 'the worst' is what I would say.

That day everything was being done as usual but no one knew that I was sleeping under the cover of my blanket. Mother would usually dress me up first, 'cause I was the youngest in my family. But that day, due to I don't know what reason- No one knew that I was still sleeping. Everyone had their breakfast and went to school. It was a tradition by now, to lock our rooms because that was the school times. As a daughter of Asian parents, I know how important it is to turn off the light before going out of the room. That's what my mom did, turned the lights off and went away.

I got up by an hour when they all were gone.

Dark room.

Lights turned off.

Only a scattering ray of light was all I saw in that room that too came from a hole in the wall. I shakingly, screamed, 'Mama! Papa! Turn the light on! Where are you guys?' But all my hope of calling my parents was gone in a second. Because I could hear the distant and faint voices of students from afar and the sound of 2nd period's bell. In a moment, I realized that everyone was gone and I was the only one in that room.

Alone.

What reaction do you expect from a 4-year-old, in a dark room?

Quite.

Strange hissing sounds (probably some insect voices).

The light bulb switch was out of my reach. I couldn't reach it even standing on a table. After 10 minutes of a million frightening things going through my mind, I could see the room with a quite dark tone.

I managed to get to the door and I began to thud, pound, and beat the door as hard as I could.

Crying.

Screaming.

Nothing happened!

I got so frightened that I peed my pants. I would never do so, and I would always laugh at my class boys who would pee in their pants.

But that scene was hella bad that I couldn't control, neither my pee nor my screams.

My screams were of no use because the noise and loud voices of teachers and students were enough to stop my waves of sound reach to anyone.

1 hour later.

I, in extreme fear, cried and slept.

And that was the best sleep I had in my life. I slept for 3 hours with the door while being drenched in the sweat of the dark.

It was a Friday, so school was about 4 hours. Finally, when my mother entered the key in the door to open it. I felt a sound and it opened my eyes. My mother was talking with my sister.

I knew that now, someone was out there. I was going to scream and knock again but mom opened the door by herself.

When she got in, and turned the light on, she saw me lying by the door inside. Face pumped, eyes sore.

I ran into her lap. I cried, 'Mama! You left me. Mama! You left me. Mama, you left me!'. The terror that I saw in her eyes said that she understood what happened to me.

'Meri Jaan, Mera bacha', was all she was saying while she snuck me into herself.

After that very day, A mental syndrome happened to me and for the next 3 years of my life, I saw myself being in a complete psychic condition every 6 months each year.

Do you want to know what happened to me for the next 3 years after that incident? You'll have to wait.

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Author's note;

I asked my parents after a few days, why they didn't remember to take me to school with them. Mama told me that we all thought you were with your daddy. That day Daddy went out of town for some work.

And also, I'm perfectly fine now! My childhood has a lot to share with people, that's why I write about it quite a lot.