Burden
You come into this world, you shed your first tear and scream while you cry. Your mom cries out of happiness, there is no one happier than her at that time. But then you grow up a little and your parents have to change your diaper everyday, all the time. This is the first step of becoming a burden. You grow a little bit more, and now you have chubby cheeks. You are small, everyone wants to hug you because they think that you are so cute. Then one day your mom didn’t buy you the toy you wanted and you threw a tantrum. This is your second step of becoming a burden. Now you’re older, already a few years into school. Your parents are happy that they don’t have to look after you all the time. You get your first bad grade and your parents are disappointed. This is the third step of becoming a burden. You hit puberty, you made a lot of new friends. But before you know you break someone’s heart – even if you didn’t intented to – and now all your classmates hate you. This is the fourth step of becoming a burden. You’re in your twenties, you started university and are in a serious relationship – there’s no way you could ever break up! But eventually you do break up, and the person you were in love with doesn’t want to have anything to do with you anymore. This is the fifth step of becoming a burden. You matured, you learned from your mistakes. You have a new rationship, you make her happy and you want to get married, but your family doesn’t approve. This is the sixth step of becoming a burden. Eventually you married her secretly, you even have a child that loves both of you. Then you realise your parents were right and you can’t get along, you have a lot of fights. You get divorced, and your child is heartbroken now. This is the seventh step of becoming a burden. You’re in your fourties, there’s nothing special, maybe you even are a little bit relaxed. After a while your back starts to ache and you don’t really have anything to offer now. This is the eighth step of becoming a burden. Now your hair is white, you have grandchildren now. Sometimes you look after them, but your daughter doesn’t like you anymore. This is the ninth step of becoming a burden. You’re in your death bed, you’re family comes to visit you for the last time. You take your last breath when you know this life won’t take you anymore. This is the last step. Everyone is grieving. Finally, you totally are a burden.
So, where do I begin? Should I start with my name, my age, or with the place I’ve been born? Okay, let’s do this. Let’s do as if you are meeting me on the street and let’s become friends. “What’s your name?” Your asking, right? Well, my name is Hilal Biçici and “Hilal” means crescent moon. Fun fact, normally my name should be written with an “â”. It changes the pronunciation a lot. Now you’re wondering what’s my age. I was born in 2001, which makes me 23 years old, but actually I am more excited about being in my thirties. Finally, where are you from? This is the trickiest question actually. Long story short, both of my parents are Turkish, but I was born and raised in the Netherlands. Nice to meet you!
