Breath in, close your eyes and let your mind wander.
Think back to your childhood, when you were happy. There must have been a time when you were happy. When you were three years old, your parents took you to a water park. You were afraid of the tallest waves, but you were in your dad's arms and knew you were the safest here.
When you were eight, your parents took you and your sister to the pizza market. You loved eating pizza when it was a destination, a sit-down restaurant where the waiters laughed at you, and you were excited. This was your all time favorite place . Your parents' car broke down and fell into a parking lot. Water started coming out of your mouth, and your stomach would swell in anticipation of the soft crust, tangy sauce, and chewed mozzarella waiting for you.
When you were ten, your mother took you shopping at the military base department store—a blue t-shirt, which did not fit you well but you liked it a lot. You turn left and right, admiring your reflection in the narrow dressing room mirror. That t-shirt looked great on you; your mom admired seeing the blue t-shirt on you.
When you're a teenager, every weekend you spend in the gym with your dad, he pushes you hard on the bench press and your muscles burning, correcting your form in your bicep curls. Your friends were all jealous of your closeness to your dad.
Your high school graduation is complete. You are proud that all your hard work has been reflected. You made your way to the side of the stage; you looked handsome in your dad's gift of a black suit and brown shoes. You took a deep breath, pushing the impression of fear away from your mouth. A camera flashed, the room flickered, and you smiled.
Unfortunately, the camera flash blurred your vision at the time. When Anna got dizzy while talking in front of so many people on the stage, you were trying to stay calm. That was not to quench the hunger; the remaining blood flow behind your eyes was the ten minutes you spent in the washroom before the ceremony.
The excitement you feel now, you didn't want to be in the gym with your dad all the time, yet you had to. You wanted to stay home, watch TV with your sister, who never had to go to the gym with your dad because she was thin; she didn't need to go to the gym. But you weren't like that. You wanted to be as handsome as your dad and did not stop trying.
