I cried a lot as a kid.
I still do. But I remember this one time, I was eating dinner with my family. My father was with us. I was very shy and I didn’t want to ask for sauce, so I wondered out loud, “There’s no sauce?”
My father told me to ask from a waiter, but I couldn’t. I was terrified.
I said, “It’s okay. Nevermind.”
He started to get angry. I was already upset, so it hurt me more. He told me that it was such a simple thing. He scolded me. Why couldn’t I do it? Why?
I started crying.
I didn’t stop. I had barely started eating as well. I was no longer hungry. I just cried and cried and cried.
I believed him that I was pathetic. I was useless. I was a sorry excuse for a human being.
I cried through dinner and I cried on the way home and I cried myself to sleep.
When will I stop crying?