This is the story of Brad who had passed his most important 15 years in the street. No! His family was not poor. But without having a fault, the little Brad was sent to street and live his life all his own. Let's hear his story....
Because of my parents I ended up homeless and ate trash! I used to sit by the streets. Sometimes I managed little jobs to feed me. But most of the time I would remain starve or had to beg. No one even noticed a little boy on the street and like this I had passed 15 years of my life.
When I was 15, my parents decided to get a divorce. We never had a happy family. My father and mother used to hate each other since I was born. My mother thought my father is a loser and everyman around him was better enough than him. And my father was one step more. He had a mistress.
Most of the time when they both were at home, they quarreled in front of me. I never knew parents could be so furious. Consequently they avoided each other and was not at home when the other is at home. And they had no headache about me. They never cared about me. They were only busy with their own life.
Soon my mother also got his dream man. He was a successful businessman and most importantly he was a millionaire. He was about 20 years older than her but she never cared about it. They often went to dinner in the luxury restaurant and she returned at home late. That time I was in sleep and she never visited me in my room.
And what more about my father? His mistress was pregnant with his child. They two were very happy. My father who didn't even touch my hands in years, happily bought new clothes for this upcoming baby. When he was with her, it seemed that he was the happiest man.
My parents wanted to get divorce very fast. But they couldn't part ways immediately. Because they were fighting over the house. And I was also a problem for them. Everyday I heard them quarreling and I thought they were doing so to get my custody.
One evening they were having fight again. And this time I overheard their arguments. Yes they were fighting for me. But not for to get my custody but to abandon me. My father said that he had a new family already and he didn't need my mother's son. My mother also got furious and told him that if her was trying to ruin her life. No man would need her with a child.
It broke my fragile mind completely. I had never felt loved by my parents. But that was the last straw. I thought they would take me. Never could imagine that I would be abandoned and won't get a corner in their large house.
That night I cried a lot. It hurt me that my parents didn't need me. My mom and dad didn't love me. No one needed me actually. I was late to go to sleep that night because of this and woke up with the screaming and shouting of my mother on me. She exclaimed with anger that I was overslept again. She told me that I was like my loser father. I couldn't imagine when I had seen her happy face.
That day I was going to school. But never reached. And after this never. I had taken my clothes instead of school books. I wanted to leave home and never look back. I made an easier solution for my loving parents. Their problem would be vanished and they would get part soon.
I had some money which I had spent it on a hair dye. I had not much and just could afford the color. So, I made my own saloon in the public rest room. And died my own hair. After this I looked different people. If no one looked carefully at me, I was sure they wouldn't recognize me.
I had no family except mom and dad. So, I went to wander the slums. At first my parents tried to find me. I saw the missing poster in the road side. I was glad but didn't return because I knew them. And they did so. After few days they forgot about me just like they had always done before.
I lived on the street until I was 30 and I felt like my life was over. I never ate any good food or wear any good clothes over this long time. I thought everything has ended up and I was going to pass my rest of life on the street.
I was broken but I managed to pull myself together. I had a courage to be rich in future. I was promised to myself to be a successful man in future. It was the Almighty who sent some kind people who helped me to do it.
Today I am a successful man and I have a family. I have a loving wife and soon I am going to be dad. I was happy and helped people who needed. But not a day goes by that I don't think about what I had to go through.
I still can remember my parents fighting and their headache about me. But I know for sure that I will never make my children feel the way I once had to feel. I never want them to think that they are abandoned like I was.
