I will look at the stars again…
Hello, I’m Gohar, I am sixteen years old. I was eight years old when I lost my father. My mother got married again. I think my childhood pretty much ended then, too. My days were sad and dreary. The sky became dark, the sun was no longer smiling. I wasn’t looking at the stars anymore… I’m tired of remembering, I’m tired of trying to forget. Pain was born in my heart and would not die. With all his hatred for me, my stepfather wanted to erase my memory,