be brave

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this is a story of how a girl's life was turned by one simple act of kindness.

Submitted: July 16, 2018

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Be Brave

Mother passed away. She was so good, and so brave. She never once did shed a single tear. Even after all his hurtful words she stood firm. When he laughed at me, she defended me. Told him that I would turn out to be a gift. He was the reason she left. He was why she couldn’t take it anymore. Before she left she told me two words that kept me sane all these years.

“Be Brave.”

He left. After mother's death he was always drinking. He left in the afternoon and came back after midnight, drunk. I could hear him cursing as he ran into walls. I could hear him smashing plates into the tables. One day he took it too far. He ran away and got hit by a car. I was sent to live in an orphanage.

“Be Brave”

I had to go to school. I was bullied because I was dyslexic. They gave me looks, tripped me and laughed at me. They told me I was never going to be anyone. I knew not all felt that way. I knew some pitied me. But no one dared to speak up. No one spoke up because they knew if they did, they would be treated the same.

 

“Be Brave”

I asked myself, “ Why? What good has it brought me. I have been brave all my life. It has done no good. Why should I be brave? How much more can I take?” A single tear fell from my eyes. Then another. Then another. I couldn’t stop them from rolling down my eyes. A pair of strong arms wrapped around me. I turned to see a boy my age, with green eyes and light brown hair. “ You have been brave for so long,” he whispered. “It’s time to let it out.”

 

“Be Brave”

It's been a few years now. I live with a family who loves me. I moved schools and have friends who love me for me.  And the boy? He told me he went through the same thing. And after one person decided to help him out his whole life changed. “Now that person is my father.” he told me. “And I wanted to help someone the way he helped me, because kindness is an endless ripple.”

 

“Be Brave”

I looked out my window and remembered my mother’s beautiful smile. The boy was right. Kindness is an endless ripple.

 


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