Literature
Forgotten
Being ignored and forgotten is a painful experience. I knew from the beginning that it was inevitable-they told me so when I first opened my eyes and breathed. I would eventually be pushed away, no longer needed. And yet, even despite knowing and having years to prepare, it still hurt. It always hurt.It wasn’t my ego or pride that hurt. It was a physical pain, a sharp stab in my stomach. And the more I fought against it, the more and more painful it became. And yet I still tried-Oh how I tried-to remind him of my existence, to convince him he needed me.But it was all in vain.I slid down the wall, hugging my knees to my chest. There was no ...