Growing pains.

So,  Let's start a short story but it hits different There is no doubt that the nib of the pen is mine, the thoughts are mine, and the words are mine-but the pain I describe in this story is not only the pain of my heart. It is the pain of all teenagers, which I prefer to call growing pains .. Hi, Every one it's your writer Qazi Asif So, from the lines above, you already understand the kind of story I want to tell. There is a boy living in his own world, called E = mc². Being the only boy in the family was never a blessing; it was a burden wrapped in expectations. From the beginning, responsibilities were placed on his shoulders before he even learned how to stand straight. He did not know how to live in this cruel world. He ran through life like a frightened rabbit-breathing fast, heart racing-without knowing what was chasing him. He had no idea that the weight waiting ahead would be heavier than his fear. School was his escape. Within those walls, he could pretend that life w...