The power of silence

I remember the constant yelling and fighting in the midst of our little impaired house. I was four-years old, very thin, and brittle. For many years. the scene went on and on until I reached my fourteenth birthday.

When I started school, bullies pick on me, because of my unusual height & because of my parents daily fighting routine. I wanted to cry and quit but, I chose not to. Eventually, my classmates started to respect me because of my high grades, I gained one good friend –Sandra.

Even though people are trying to be good towards me, I opt to be in silence. I had developed the characteristic since early childhood. I can’t speak my opinion at home nor at school –so what’s the use talking?

Even with Sandra, I watch every detail I share with her, because privacy is everything to me.

Until I reached my final year in high school, bullies were still around however, I have learned a technique in order not to be hurt anymore. I realized from the non-stop screaming to the vexing bullying that fighting through curse words were totally useless because since then, I have mastered the power of silence.