the boy on the door to deliver a parcel

looked no older than eleven years

wore a torn cap, no laces on his shoes

the buttons on his shirt, mostly missing

first he offered the package to me

and then a ledger with a pen

“would you please sign against your name Ma’am”

while I signed, I asked him how old was he

“I am not sure Ma’am, my mother never told me”

where was his mother, my heart forced me to ask

“I never saw her, she died the day I was born”

my heart broke, the ground slipped under my feet

I asked him since when he was working, doing deliveries

like a hard blow on my face his innocent answer came

“I have been working since the day I GREW UP Ma’am”

as he turned to leave he said to me in pain

“I was never a child Ma’am, I never had a childhood

that parcel is still sitting in my room unopened

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30 thoughts on “I never had a Childhood

  1. Sadly lots of children don’t have a childhood especially in the worn torn countries. It is heartbreaking to see them going through it and it is as if it is expected for them to be strong at such a young age.

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  2. Touching. That was my mother’s life in Mexico when her father died at 10 years old. Being the oldest she had to work and help put the others through school, while she remained uneducated. She was always so hungry to learn, so she was bitter because of it. Sad.

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    1. O Dear.. I am really sorry my dear. But at the same time, I really feel inspired by her will to do things for her family. I am sure we must learn the lesson of life from her. It must be tough for her, but she is the winner in the end…

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