At the age of 4, while playing, I accidentally split my legs and fractured my right leg bone. The pain was excruciating and I cried for hours, but my parents, who were not well-educated, didn't take it seriously. To make matters worse, a friend later took revenge on me and caused more problems in my leg. It wasn't until a few months later that my mother finally understood the severity of my pain and decided to take me to the hospital. However, my father, who was an alcoholic, didn't take it seriously. My mother took me to a massage therapist, but it only made things worse. I was in so much pain that I couldn't even get out of bed. My mother cried a lot because of my situation, but we couldn't find any help in government hospitals. Finally, we met a good doctor who recommended a hospital in the city. My mother decided to take me there, but my father didn't come with us. My uncle helped us financially, but even after an operation, the problem remained. I lost 7 years of my life and didn't go to school. I felt envious of other students and cried every day. Despite my father's refusal, I eventually went to school, but I was shy and criticized. I have never experienced happiness in my life, but I hope to find it now.