MY SMALL WORLD IN BIG WORLD

     Everything started six years ago when I was born with poverty, war, hopelesness, starvation. Eveything was so bad that my mother,my father, my sisters and brother died in a big war. Shortly, I didn’t have family which  preserve from all undreamed events. While I was growing lonely  in small, old and unliveable tent, life was showing merciless face of it.Not to had family meant that being lack of beauties. Living in a such like hell didn’t express anything for most children like me who fall in terror. Because of that, not to had a bread, food even a sock did not state sense.

      While years were passing, I got used to my loneliness. Life made me crawl step by step. Nothing went on in a controlling way. People helped each other in order to remain alive.One thing which tried to achieved by people was finding  small piece of the bread. While cruel world  was swaying from side to side me, humatarians helped almost all people needed to helped. No longer, I was eating food from time to time but my desperation was growing. I needed my mother’s love and my father’s kindliness however; I knew that they did not come back and I did not see once again. I was missing them so much but I didn’t have opportunity to erase my background. Pitiless life could be more better but it didn’t.