You see I’ve always been labeled different things. Accident prone, catastrophe magnet, and disaster just waiting to happen to list a few. I always just said I was unlucky.
I mean why else would I get hit by a basketball when I’m play frisbee? Why else would I twist my ankle every day I have gym? Why else would people ask me for favors and treat me as a slave?
Why else would my sister, despite everything I do for her, still feel repulsed by me being in the same room as her?
Why else would my mother want nothing to do with me and leave me to fend for myself? Why else would I feel alone and trapped despite being surrounded by all these people?
So yes I’m unlucky. But the last thing that makes me is a cry for help. I may get hurt but that doesn’t deter me from action. I may do favors but it’s because I have the wisdom to not fight.
I may not be loved but I have so much of it to give.