The memories still come vividly after these nine years.
The shouts in the nights to the empty reeking auburn bottles that laid against the white paint.
To the bumps that shaped his wrists, and the scornful face that was once created for youthful fulfilment.
And now, late into the nights, the hole in the heart that healed, lay exposed.
The feelings of young age rush in.
When one just begins to see the world.
When the world moulds into their hands.
When the world revolves around them.
When they become the world and nothing short than bliss.
When the world become materialistic, and materialistic love is okay for their juvenile wishes.
But if that is all that those children are given, what happens to us?
Us, who were once those children?
Where does that essential love go?
The love for our growth?
For our morals?
For our futures?
We are simply pure children; we need that love.
The simple essential love, beyond that, what else do us young children have?
For me, my childhood happiness was made stressful by my father. All those door slamming nights with the smell of raw beer still flood my mind, despite still giving me anything that I asked for. From the toys, to the books, to the birthday parties.
It was all that my heart wanted, but now I know that it was never enough for what I needed.
Every day I am grateful that my mother gave me that essential love, despite raising me by herself for years.
As a parent, a friend, and supporter, she showed me how to become someone that could believe in themselves; someone who can still learn and grow.
Their materialistic love will never go to waste, but the most important thing is what we can take with us when they are gone. That is how we can feel fulfilled; when our mouldable hearts are given the time to grow, explore, and learn.
That is how we can feel loved. Beyond that, what else do us young children have?
Amisha Miha Dalaya