An Invisible Friend
You always stay with me while I was a little girl. You are my invisible, immortal friend while I hate you for a long time.
I could not remember our first meeting. All my memories about our past was my salty tears, my mother's bitter tears and my father's continually sigh. You came my life while other child enjoyed their childhood. After your coming, you always stoped me while I wanted to do some children's business. Playing games, for example, I wanted to climbed mountains which was the most popular game for children in my hometown, but you always separated me from my friends' invitation. As you can see, I hate you for more than a few years.
It is hard to say what you give me. Because of your coming, I could not run fast as other my contemporary, so I could not join their games. Then I have enough time to do my own business. O ne day , my mother gave me a fairy book which have Little Red Riding Hood, Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty and etc. It was a new world that opened for me. Then I read what I got, a piece of paper, a page of a magazine, a piece of newspaper and etc. My mother has many books, such as some Kung fu novels written by Jin Yong, some romantic fiction written by Qiong Yao, and etc. Even I could not know some characters such as Lu Ding Ji's lu---I read it first while I was in kindergarten. But I still fell into those books and started love reading. You gave me a special gift and I still fall into your gift.
Time like a running river through my childhood. I became a senior high school student and you still with me. I did never have a PE class during my whole senior high school life. I just run once. But after that experience, I went back hospital and did not leave until graduated from senior high school. I just enjoyed once and I paid it for a long time.
We are still together now. You live on my sickness and illness while I raised you with my tears and scream. Sometimes, You are like a monster try to swallow me. Sometimes , you are like a witch who have some malicious spells. Sometimes, you are like a friend who know me. But you are still a troublemaker who make me ill.
Your name is gastropathy. I have a bad stomach and I suffer from stomach ailment for more than 10 years. It becomes a part of my life and I have a bad stomach now while I write this article.