The Evidence Of My Pen

My first mark Every story begins with a sentence and this is mine. Life has been showing me flames and forcing me to be an unequipped fire fighter for survival's sake and fortunately, that worked as I am still here even today. I am a young man who grew up without the presence of his father. Even though my mother tried, her journey was cut short, and her name was called, she did not hesitate to respond. Her departure led to my first wound, my first mark. Leaving me confused and not knowing what will happen next. As young as I was, I understood that without her, my life was going to change, and I would experience challenges every now and then. My two aunts took over as my mother had accepted the heavy defeat of death, they made sure that I had everything I needed and more. School became different, my reason to succeed was gone as I wanted to make my mother proud. I became a turtle that refused to leave its shell. I became reserved and avoided crowded areas even though I used to be th...