We tend to walk through the world thinking that our walk leaves no footprints. We think that we go alone and that we can be as alone as we want and that we don't need second people to get what we want.

It’s inevitable that youth brings with it a lot of energy and a lot of thoughts and these make us act in a way that does not seem to affect the world we are in. Many are of the opinion that we come alone and that we leave alone, let me give my opinion on this... we do not come alone.

First of all, we need 2 different people to conceive a new being, to be born a woman may not need anyone to wait for her baby to come out of her womb and when dying I don't think we are alone when we get out of this state and become something else.

I had a lonely life. I thought that the farther away I was from people the better it would be for me since I would not run with the disappointment of a bad friend.

My mother conceived me with someone else but the charm didn't last long and that someone left, then to be born my mother thought it would be enough with her and waited for me alone to be born. There were problems, I could not be born without help and with good luck, someone arrived at the moment when my mother was breathing her last and I still did not.

Someone helped me, then began my journey through a hostile world that does not support people who are different, especially like me, dirty, grotty, without parents of my own but always with some who took advantage of the occasion to take money from the authorities while I lived off the street.

I didn't make any friends, I couldn't, they all struggled to live the best they could and trampled on me every chance they got. I kept walking alone until one day when I reached my 15th birthday, I saw some boys abusing a grandmother and trying to steal her things. I approached them and actually wanted to take advantage of this situation, but the older lady thought I wanted to help her and gave me her blessing, which made the others try to beat me up thinking I was a friend of the lady.

And that's when my real story began. I gave them as many blows as I could and helped the lady out of convenience. She invited me to her house because she saw my condition, how I looked after the fight. She didn't know that those blows meant nothing but simple scratches on my skin and that the ones that hurt me the most were the scratches on my heart.

The clothes were more than torn but I went into the fight like that, they just pulled a little more here and there and I was a little more uncovered, the lady felt sorry for me. So, when I got to her house, she made me take a shower and then she gave me some clothes to wear and fed me. She gave me her many blessings and asked me to come back anytime. She lived alone and told me that I reminded her of her son who died many years ago.

As time passed and I remembered the lady, I decided to return to her house. She remembered me and brought me in to treat me with affection again and give me her blessing...

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This is a fictional story and will be continued in the next chapter.

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I'm @gertu13 from Venezuela to the world.