Write a composition of about 350 words on one of the following question : *Well, I choose this question since u asked me to make one essay that need u to continue the word that the examiners had given*
QUESTION : Write a story beginning with I dont know what happiness was until
THE HAPPINESS THAT CANNOT BE REACHED
I didnt know what happiness was until one day, something happened to me that makes me realized how wonderful this happiness thing is. I remembered back then, when I was still a little kid, I didnt believe that there are such things as happiness exist in this world. I was not lucky enough to born with a silver spoon in my mouth. Instead, I was born in a poor family. At worst, my father was a drunkard and my mom was a prostitute at a famous local night club. Living in such family, with me getting abused almost every day, makes me believe that I was not deserved to lay, not a single finger on the door of happiness. To me, happiness was not more than just a bed-time story that will be end when we fall asleep. Dreaming, yea It was all about dreaming. I worked as early as my age to accommodate my school fees. If I am not mistaken, I was 8 during that time. I do every work such as washing dishes and even collected the recycle stuffs as long that I can get paid. I hid it from my father and my mom until one day, my father knew that I was working and started asking about the money. Since then, every time I get my payment, my father will asked me to give him all the money or else, he will beat me until I slumped motionless on the floor. My mom only grinned when my father punched me in the face and it really makes me loathe. There was one day, my father asked me for money while I was working at the restaurant and I resisted that I am not going to give a penny to him. Then, he end up beating me even though there were many people watching. Sadly, nobody dared to help me; nine years old kid that are too weak to defend himself. At that time, I conclude that only the coward people can gain happiness. A coward that cannot help but to see others people pain and sorrow then live their life happily as if there were nothing happened. If that what happiness is, I would rather live my life as it is even though it is suck because I cannot let myself to be such a coward. That was what I say at that time. I remembered that every time I got beaten by father, I will run to the mountain range and hid myself there. I will sit there doing nothing but staring at the sky and spend the whole night there then leave by the dawn. I feel really calmed there and so, I started to spend more time at the mountain even when I was not beaten by father. I make myself a tiny hut using usable item that can be found at the mountain range. One day when I was 14, my mom passed away due to AIDS disease but I did not come to the funeral. I found it was strange if a mother die, but her son never shed a tear as if it was a pleasant that the mom now had gone. Because of that, I decided not to come. After my mom passed away, I packed my stuffs and walked out from the hell house. My father blow his mind after he knew that I leave the house on that day. He ran around the village and screamed out
my name like crazy and even threatened to kill me. That was what I heard from the villagers. But I never felt insecure since my father never gets a hint regarding my whereabouts. But, it was only a mere assumption. One day, while I was walking to my hut, suddenly somebody knocked my head with blunt object. My sight started to blur as my knee trembled to support my body weight. As I was balancing my whole body, I accidently tripped my feet and slumped on the ground. The last view that my eyes could catch was an image of a man, holding a block of wood in his hand. But one thing that I could never forget; the smiled that always hunted my life. The smile that my father always gave me when he satisfied on doing something illegal. The smile that the man gave to me before I lost my conscious. As I open my eyes, I found myself lying on a bed. From the colour of the sheet, I know that I was now in the hospital. I felt like a large stone being thrown in my head everytime I moved my body. Hey, dont move. You are not well enough. Just take a good rest will you? a soft voice approached my ears. I turned my head to the voice and there, at the corner of the room, a young lady, stood with a tray on her hands. She walked and stopped at the side of the bed. Why am I here? Wh..who are you? at that time I was afraid that she would hurt me. I was scared and terrified. Yet, the lady gave me a warm hugs which I had never received from my mom or father. My tears rolled down my cheek and slowly landed on the ladys shoulder. I felt calmed as if my worries about being left and touchered before was being erased by one big hug. Dont worry dearI am the one who take you here. I dont have bad intention to you. Everything is going to be just fine. The man that hit you now was arrested and was jailed. He can naver do such things to you anymore. I promise that. What am I going to do nowI have no one elses in this worldwhere should I headed to? I sobbed. You can live with me. I am also dont have anyone in this world. So maybe, we can hold on together, like sisters! I can take care of you, you dont need to worries. Do you want to stay with me? I nodded my head numerous times before I cried on her shoulder. I had never felt appreciated before. I felt so happy on that day that there is someone who actually acknowledges me as a human. So, this is what the happiness is and slowly I vowed that I would never let the happiness slip from my grip. Never!
