Thinking back on it, my life was pretty plain and clear. I have been carrying on with a straightforward and joyful life as far as I can recall because of the insurance and support of my family, particularly with the affection of my dad. I underestimated everything without understanding its significance. That was until 4 months prior when my dad got an awful illness called Stroke, he can leave the emergency clinic now yet he hasn't completely recuperated at this point from that point forward, and it was exceptionally crushing to my family.
During the time my dad was in the clinic, I was terrified and that made me ponder my life. Father has been a divider securing me notwithstanding the entirety of my obliviousness and bad behavior, however, I had concealed myself behind that divider for a long time without realizing that it won't be there always and one day I turn into a divider as solid to ensure my own family, including my dad.
The entryway to the rest of the world, to a spot that will cause the youngster in me to grow up, is consistently there holding on to be opened, it's just bolted given my dread and uncertainty.
The disorder of my dad left a few breaks on the divider yet the light radiating through will give me the boldness to make a stride outside and turn into an extraordinary man simply like my dad. As should be obvious, I have portrayed that experience of mine in the picture above. The dividers speak to my dad with the breaks speak to his disorder.
I outlined the rest of the world with a rainbow example to exhibit its multifaceted nature instead of the effortlessness of my reality inside the dividers where everything is single-shaded. The light radiating through the breaks wakes the kid (me) from his sleep in his "pink" bed to stroll through the entryway and locate his genuine nature.
