Thank you to everyone reading this. I’m sharing this because I’ve been feeling a deep loneliness and decided to write a book or novel to express my pain. I know many people experience similar struggles, and my hope is that through my words, readers will find solace in knowing they’re not alone. I want my book to resonate with those who have faced similar situations, offering a sense of connection and comfort. If my writing can bring even a little happiness or understanding to someone, then I’ll consider it a success.
Story 1:
One fine morning, my friend was suffering from a fever, though she hadn’t mentioned it. I could tell something was wrong, so I stepped in to help her. I took care of her like a second mother, giving her medicine and placing a cool, damp cloth on her forehead. Around 5 o'clock, she settled down on my lap, sleeping peacefully like a small child.
When I woke her up at 9 AM, I brought her breakfast from outside and fed her. It felt like I was nurturing my own child or sister. After she recovered, she thanked me sincerely, and for the next few days, we grew much closer.
A few months later, I returned from a trip feeling unwell. That night, I developed a sudden high fever and experienced intense throat pain and headaches. I cried from the discomfort, but none of my friends noticed or asked why I seemed so down.
The next morning, I returned from the hospital, yet they still didn’t inquire about my absence. That evening, after sleeping through most of the day without eating, they finally asked why I was so lethargic. I shared that I was suffering from fever, headache, and throat pain. Their response was simply to ask how I was feeling, and that was it.
On the day she was suffering from her fever, I cared for her deeply, but now she only asks me how I’m feeling.
Inside, I felt like crying—not just in my mind, but deep in my heart. I wanted to shout out that I felt so lonely, as if I had no one left who I could truly call a friend. I found myself questioning what I had done for them and what they had done for me. Even then, I tried to brush it off, convincing myself that she was still my friend.
This situation has repeated itself many times in my life, and I often feel like I’m losing my mind. I don’t know who I can share this with, or who might understand my pain and help lighten the burden in my heart. When we help someone in need on the roadside, we don’t expect anything in return, as we don’t know them. However, we do hope for at least a bit of care from our loved ones when we find ourselves in need.
Don't expect others to treat you the same way you've treated them. That's just how life is—you have to learn to move on.
