(from Harry’s POV)
Remember I told you about the incident where my cousin brother pointed at me in a room full of people and called me ugly. After he did that, I went inside the room where my grandma was laying down and I was crying. I don’t know if she heard what happened, but she looked at me and smiled and said, “you look so beautiful today.”
I think about that sometimes even now.
There are little memories like that that I used to think about during the bad times. I didn’t have a lot of good memories but I had a few.
I loved her a lot and after she passed away, I cried so much but everyone around me thought it’s because I’m sick and blamed my mind.
My life was kinda shit. Every single time I cried in the past I was tormented by people around me, which used to make the pain I was going through so much more worse than what it already was.
Sometimes I feel no matter how much I explain or say things, people only hear and understand how much they want to, because the gaslighting and some other things never seems to stop no matter how much I express, you know?
Some things never change, I guess all I can do is communicate and not expect anything out of it.
At least I know I’ve done my part.
rachana rajan <3 