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Sometimes the most unforeseen places of pain and despair can rebuild you into a person of firmness and courage. A gateway where you believed you can be safe to let go and breakdown, and release all the stress that you've been building in, in order to come to realization that you must remain potent. For me, that hideaway would be the unusual corner of my slide-open closet. As I reminisce, I recall sitting down on the shaggy brown carpet floor, in a tight squared corner between the laundry hampers and unlaced shoes scattered about the closet floor. With hot tears racing continuously down my face, and the constant echoing inside my head of the ill-mannered children taunting me just for being different, just for being me. Sitting in my closet, …show more content…

I never was like the others, being raised in a low-income family, my parents who I witnessed living paycheck to paycheck, demonstrated to me not to value the materialistic things, but to be grateful for what you had right in front of you. So sporting the latest sneakers, or following the latest trends, never really mattered. They never mattered until my peers outcasted me for not possessing the temporal things that they would use to sadly define my own value in society or if I was worthy or not to even be friends with …show more content…

Once I would get into my room, throw down my bag, slam and lock my doors, and slide open my closet, I'd fall to my knees and start bawling after holding it in so strong all day. It kept running through my mind, if only I wore the same shoes as them, or had as much clothing as they do, maybe I could be accepted. “Why couldn’t my parents give me what they had?” I naively contemplated to myself. I was just so misunderstood and didn’t even want my parents to even know my predicament. Everyone at school was just so against me and found pleasure in making me feel like a reject.
The only place I felt secure to recollect myself and temporarily escape from being scolded by the others would be my compact yet snug, reticent closet. The hush and darkness in the atmosphere would bring me to such tranquility after sobbing out all my daggered emotions. Although I’d face some pretty daunting days, there I can briefly dismiss from mind what everyone thought of me. After all the tears dried out of my eyes, I’d look around and take a deep breath of air and breathe back out, and as I did so I could feel a refreshing sense of fortitude. Only to be described as a moment of

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