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<THE FEELING OF BEING UNWANTED>

Illusion

Illusion

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She was only seven and Durga Puja meant excitement like it did for every child...Returning home from the hostel for the holidays wid big hopes of getting new dresses, toys and many more... Bcz that's how festivals felt to children, right ?? specially when she heard that her father is coming, her excitement was at peak!! although she wasn't very close to him, but she still believed he might bring something for her, just like he always did for her cousins... When he arrived everyone gathered in the drawing room, and she hid quietly behind pillars, peeking with excitement, waiting for her turn. One by one, gifts were given to her grandparents, her aunt, her cousins, and others , and with each passing moment, her excitement slowly turned into nervous waiting!! When the last packet was gone and everyone left the room, she came downstairs, searching, thinking maybe they had forgotten but there was nothing... She didn't say anything... When she came upstairs, she saw her cousins trying on their new dresses, one of them pink her favorite color,the exact dress she wanted.. But it was not for her !! She quietly went back to her room, sat with her toy, and talked to it softly, sharing everything she felt... Stupid right? But it was the only thing listening... And From that day a small, unfamiliar feeling stayed with her the feeling of being unwanted and slowly, she learned to be glad in her own quiet ways, without expecting much from anyone!!
 
Illusion said:
She was only seven and Durga Puja meant excitement like it did for every child...Returning home from the hostel for the holidays wid big hopes of getting new dresses, toys and many more... Bcz that's how festivals felt to children, right ?? specially when she heard that her father is coming, her excitement was at peak!! although she wasn't very close to him, but she still believed he might bring something for her, just like he always did for her cousins... When he arrived everyone gathered in the drawing room, and she hid quietly behind pillars, peeking with excitement, waiting for her turn. One by one, gifts were given to her grandparents, her aunt, her cousins, and others , and with each passing moment, her excitement slowly turned into nervous waiting!! When the last packet was gone and everyone left the room, she came downstairs, searching, thinking maybe they had forgotten but there was nothing... She didn't say anything... When she came upstairs, she saw her cousins trying on their new dresses, one of them pink her favorite color,the exact dress she wanted.. But it was not for her !! She quietly went back to her room, sat with her toy, and talked to it softly, sharing everything she felt... Stupid right? But it was the only thing listening... And From that day a small, unfamiliar feeling stayed with her the feeling of being unwanted and slowly, she learned to be glad in her own quiet ways, without expecting much from anyone!!
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She was just growing up in an uncultured & mannerless family.
 
Illusion said:
She was only seven and Durga Puja meant excitement like it did for every child...Returning home from the hostel for the holidays wid big hopes of getting new dresses, toys and many more... Bcz that's how festivals felt to children, right ?? specially when she heard that her father is coming, her excitement was at peak!! although she wasn't very close to him, but she still believed he might bring something for her, just like he always did for her cousins... When he arrived everyone gathered in the drawing room, and she hid quietly behind pillars, peeking with excitement, waiting for her turn. One by one, gifts were given to her grandparents, her aunt, her cousins, and others , and with each passing moment, her excitement slowly turned into nervous waiting!! When the last packet was gone and everyone left the room, she came downstairs, searching, thinking maybe they had forgotten but there was nothing... She didn't say anything... When she came upstairs, she saw her cousins trying on their new dresses, one of them pink her favorite color,the exact dress she wanted.. But it was not for her !! She quietly went back to her room, sat with her toy, and talked to it softly, sharing everything she felt... Stupid right? But it was the only thing listening... And From that day a small, unfamiliar feeling stayed with her the feeling of being unwanted and slowly, she learned to be glad in her own quiet ways, without expecting much from anyone!!
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Hello and good evening baccha. A very poignant narrative but true also. It does happen sometimes in families and it leaves an indelible mark on the child's heart. When you expect the most from your family and to be more explicit , when a daughter expects something from her father who she maybe considers a role model and is denied the same, it's heart breaking. All kids should be treated equally irrespective of their gender. For me as it is my princess is my life. You are also my beta raani. I am not a perfect father always yet I try to give her the best from my end. God bless beta jee. Love you kiddo. Cheers!!!!
 
Illusion said:
She was only seven and Durga Puja meant excitement like it did for every child...Returning home from the hostel for the holidays wid big hopes of getting new dresses, toys and many more... Bcz that's how festivals felt to children, right ?? specially when she heard that her father is coming, her excitement was at peak!! although she wasn't very close to him, but she still believed he might bring something for her, just like he always did for her cousins... When he arrived everyone gathered in the drawing room, and she hid quietly behind pillars, peeking with excitement, waiting for her turn. One by one, gifts were given to her grandparents, her aunt, her cousins, and others , and with each passing moment, her excitement slowly turned into nervous waiting!! When the last packet was gone and everyone left the room, she came downstairs, searching, thinking maybe they had forgotten but there was nothing... She didn't say anything... When she came upstairs, she saw her cousins trying on their new dresses, one of them pink her favorite color,the exact dress she wanted.. But it was not for her !! She quietly went back to her room, sat with her toy, and talked to it softly, sharing everything she felt... Stupid right? But it was the only thing listening... And From that day a small, unfamiliar feeling stayed with her the feeling of being unwanted and slowly, she learned to be glad in her own quiet ways, without expecting much from anyone!!
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This really touched my heart.

No child should ever feel ignored or unwanted, especially during happy moments.

The way she found comfort in her own quiet world shows how strong she was, even at such a young age.

Some pain is never spoken, but it shapes us deeply. She grew up gentle, strong, and independent.

Thank you for sharing something so honest and touching.​
 
Illusion said:
She was only seven and Durga Puja meant excitement like it did for every child...Returning home from the hostel for the holidays wid big hopes of getting new dresses, toys and many more... Bcz that's how festivals felt to children, right ?? specially when she heard that her father is coming, her excitement was at peak!! although she wasn't very close to him, but she still believed he might bring something for her, just like he always did for her cousins... When he arrived everyone gathered in the drawing room, and she hid quietly behind pillars, peeking with excitement, waiting for her turn. One by one, gifts were given to her grandparents, her aunt, her cousins, and others , and with each passing moment, her excitement slowly turned into nervous waiting!! When the last packet was gone and everyone left the room, she came downstairs, searching, thinking maybe they had forgotten but there was nothing... She didn't say anything... When she came upstairs, she saw her cousins trying on their new dresses, one of them pink her favorite color,the exact dress she wanted.. But it was not for her !! She quietly went back to her room, sat with her toy, and talked to it softly, sharing everything she felt... Stupid right? But it was the only thing listening... And From that day a small, unfamiliar feeling stayed with her the feeling of being unwanted and slowly, she learned to be glad in her own quiet ways, without expecting much from anyone!!
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Sometimes the people closest to us ignore us the most, and that wound lasts a lifetime.
Awesome Intelligence™​
 
Smtyms they r present but emotionally unavailable and that absence stays with you.It’s a reminder that emotional absence from them can hurt just as deeply as physical absence. Wtf this is sad yaarr
Illusion said:
She was only seven and Durga Puja meant excitement like it did for every child...Returning home from the hostel for the holidays wid big hopes of getting new dresses, toys and many more... Bcz that's how festivals felt to children, right ?? specially when she heard that her father is coming, her excitement was at peak!! although she wasn't very close to him, but she still believed he might bring something for her, just like he always did for her cousins... When he arrived everyone gathered in the drawing room, and she hid quietly behind pillars, peeking with excitement, waiting for her turn. One by one, gifts were given to her grandparents, her aunt, her cousins, and others , and with each passing moment, her excitement slowly turned into nervous waiting!! When the last packet was gone and everyone left the room, she came downstairs, searching, thinking maybe they had forgotten but there was nothing... She didn't say anything... When she came upstairs, she saw her cousins trying on their new dresses, one of them pink her favorite color,the exact dress she wanted.. But it was not for her !! She quietly went back to her room, sat with her toy, and talked to it softly, sharing everything she felt... Stupid right? But it was the only thing listening... And From that day a small, unfamiliar feeling stayed with her the feeling of being unwanted and slowly, she learned to be glad in her own quiet ways, without expecting much from anyone!!
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Illusion said:
She was only seven and Durga Puja meant excitement like it did for every child...Returning home from the hostel for the holidays wid big hopes of getting new dresses, toys and many more... Bcz that's how festivals felt to children, right ?? specially when she heard that her father is coming, her excitement was at peak!! although she wasn't very close to him, but she still believed he might bring something for her, just like he always did for her cousins... When he arrived everyone gathered in the drawing room, and she hid quietly behind pillars, peeking with excitement, waiting for her turn. One by one, gifts were given to her grandparents, her aunt, her cousins, and others , and with each passing moment, her excitement slowly turned into nervous waiting!! When the last packet was gone and everyone left the room, she came downstairs, searching, thinking maybe they had forgotten but there was nothing... She didn't say anything... When she came upstairs, she saw her cousins trying on their new dresses, one of them pink her favorite color,the exact dress she wanted.. But it was not for her !! She quietly went back to her room, sat with her toy, and talked to it softly, sharing everything she felt... Stupid right? But it was the only thing listening... And From that day a small, unfamiliar feeling stayed with her the feeling of being unwanted and slowly, she learned to be glad in her own quiet ways, without expecting much from anyone!!
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It's not stupid at all.
It's the purest kind of trust a child can have, and it breaks my heart that it turned into that quiet ache of feeling overlooked.
But look at the strength you found even then, whispering to your toy and carving out your own joy in the silence, that's not weakness, that's the start of a fierce, independent spirit..
You're not unwanted. you're a survivor who learned to light her own festivals. Hold that little girl close today, she grew into someone remarkable :)
 
Rasputin_M said:
Hello and good evening baccha. A very poignant narrative but true also. It does happen sometimes in families and it leaves an indelible mark on the child's heart. When you expect the most from your family and to be more explicit , when a daughter expects something from her father who she maybe considers a role model and is denied the same, it's heart breaking. All kids should be treated equally irrespective of their gender. For me as it is my princess is my life. You are also my beta raani. I am not a perfect father always yet I try to give her the best from my end. God bless beta jee. Love you kiddo. Cheers!!!!
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Thank u so much dd... Tbh I felt really safe when u are around ♥️
 
Honey bunch said:
This really touched my heart.

No child should ever feel ignored or unwanted, especially during happy moments.

The way she found comfort in her own quiet world shows how strong she was, even at such a young age.

Some pain is never spoken, but it shapes us deeply. She grew up gentle, strong, and independent.

Thank you for sharing something so honest and touching.​
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Ya kinda but Honey I wouldn't say that she was strong at that age cuz she was just seven and she didn't even know what being "strong" meant... She was just a child trying to survive the moment. And tbh she chose silence not bcz she was brave, but bcz she knew that creating a scene might only make things worse. Silence felt safer to her:)
 
LavaLush said:
Smtyms they r present but emotionally unavailable and that absence stays with you.It’s a reminder that emotional absence from them can hurt just as deeply as physical absence. Wtf this is sad yaarr
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In some cases I literally feel like emotional absence feels worse than physical absence... When people are physically there but emotionally unavailable, it hurts more bcz u can see them, yet u still feel invisible...
 
Illusion said:
She was only seven and Durga Puja meant excitement like it did for every child...Returning home from the hostel for the holidays wid big hopes of getting new dresses, toys and many more... Bcz that's how festivals felt to children, right ?? specially when she heard that her father is coming, her excitement was at peak!! although she wasn't very close to him, but she still believed he might bring something for her, just like he always did for her cousins... When he arrived everyone gathered in the drawing room, and she hid quietly behind pillars, peeking with excitement, waiting for her turn. One by one, gifts were given to her grandparents, her aunt, her cousins, and others , and with each passing moment, her excitement slowly turned into nervous waiting!! When the last packet was gone and everyone left the room, she came downstairs, searching, thinking maybe they had forgotten but there was nothing... She didn't say anything... When she came upstairs, she saw her cousins trying on their new dresses, one of them pink her favorite color,the exact dress she wanted.. But it was not for her !! She quietly went back to her room, sat with her toy, and talked to it softly, sharing everything she felt... Stupid right? But it was the only thing listening... And From that day a small, unfamiliar feeling stayed with her the feeling of being unwanted and slowly, she learned to be glad in her own quiet ways, without expecting much from anyone!!
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Don't expect anything from anybody....but she is the little one, don't know about this...✨❤
Stay strong little❤✨
 
JackDani said:
It's not stupid at all.
It's the purest kind of trust a child can have, and it breaks my heart that it turned into that quiet ache of feeling overlooked.
But look at the strength you found even then, whispering to your toy and carving out your own joy in the silence, that's not weakness, that's the start of a fierce, independent spirit..
You're not unwanted. you're a survivor who learned to light her own festivals. Hold that little girl close today, she grew into someone remarkable :)
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Exactly....That's true... She was a survivor and she learned a lot frm what happened to her. Today she's stronger than the little girl she once was not bcz she had to be, but bcz life shaped her that way hihi... So atleast She understands people better now, and that's why she doesn't expect much from anyone anymore. But somewhere inside her, that little girl still exists the same pookie lol but a mischievous one:p
 
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