The campus was full of grief. I was alone in the crowd. Graduation day four years ago. All graduates were with me.
Happiness is a bird; The lights of happiness, a light goes out. Our long-term light showed no happiness. My father was diagnosed with this insidious disease for the first time and did not come to our door. Joy changed her cat and high school graduation didn't impress anyone. The war in the hospital continued with the wind that hit us.
That day would not be a new beginning for me. Laughter was like balloons flying through space.
Eventually the ceremony began and everyone replaced. My excitement was on the scene. The only feeling I had was a complete collapse. He came to me, looked bright, not a diploma, a fire cord. I graduated with a degree. Unfortunately, I couldn't do what I had to feel cheerfully and couldn't share it with anyone. If they were late, my family and brother looked at me in tears. We came to the eye; everyone was crying with happiness, the reason for my tears was so different, that all the imaginable emotions were present at that moment.
We embraced each other. We're confused with our tears. Pride, pain, joy, hope and sadness were now brothers. New life, new beginnings full of unknowns await me and whisperers are waiting for me; I just stepped on a path that didn't turn.
