A girl who is the second youngest member of family is very naughty ,too much talkative,and always hunger of to feel her father and family proud.I only want that somehow I could succed in every stage of life just to see a smile on my grandpa and father's face and to appreciate me. All that thing came in my mind from the newspaper ,pumplet,hoarding of the excellence student who top in their boards exam. everyone is appreciating them for their bright future and they are getting awarded by government .so when I came to the 8 standard I decided to top the board and to feel papa proud as a result I top the school and after my result next day I saw my photo in newspaper.My papa did not pretend it to be great thing but he was very happy at evening he asked me about my Favorite food but no doubt mom can never hide the happiness .After this I even did a hardwork for class 10 as it was covid time so only half yearly paper was done and result was being based on on the last board (8 board)and half yearly exam and I top the school with my best friend Harshita and other two classmates.After that we have discussed a lot to choose stream and finally I took pcm stream instead of knowing that I do not have interest in math and decided to give jee exam .I thought that if I got atleast a nit collage then it will be very proudful moment for my family especially for my grandpa and papa.
Grandpa has always wish to see us on high stairs of success .This is only motivation for me to only see a smile on my grandpa face but after jee exam .I lost my grandpa during his surgery and this was the time when I was preparing for advanced exam. Papa used to ask me daily about the result but the result not came. I have decided so many thing to have a laptop as a gift from my papa and so many dresses and many more thing . everyday at the evening time I used to wait for papa for dinner after that we used to talk a lot . It become the routine of everyday . And the day arrived when I got the renowed collage Birla institute of technology Mesra,ranchi.I was very exited to tell this news to my father but I thought to tell father to next day . But next day my father got an heart attack .it was the end day of all hopes and sacrifices.it was very hard to believe that he is no more. My all hopes were ruined as the farmers crop ruined on rain.even my father did not hear that her daughter finally got a collage. Losing your papa feels like losing a part of yourself- like a constant presence suddenly replaced by an empty space that nothing can fill it's a mix of deep sadness, longing, and a strange sense of disbelief ,even when you know it's real.Every memory become both treasure and a wound. The world moves on, but a part of you stay frozen in the moments you shared. Over time, you learn to cry the grief, but the absence never stops being felt- it just becomes a part of you. and that day I learnt that
"when everything is destroyed, a person either breaks completely or learn the art of rebuilding themselves from scratch"