Ficlets

I remember a time when skin color, nationality, or gender didn’t matter it was all the same. I could look at the kid next to me and not feel judge. I could actually enjoy life for what it was.

As I grew older I was forced to live in an environment that showed human nature at its best, learning to trust myself and no one else was something I had to do to survive.Looking up to someone meant getting your heart broken and stepped on. The absence of my mother and father helped me plant a seed of hatred that grew over the years.

Once I had completely given up hope on human kind I met my best friend. Some how the hatred slowly disappear through the years.

This person taught me how to open up to people and enjoy life once again. I didn’t understand how one person could change me so much.

The last day I realized that the world was a beautiful place and it was up to us to keep it that way. With that realization I closed my eyes and I saw grace in its entire splendor.