You are not meant for this. But you are
here, thrashing your way through the water, trying to find a way to breathe.
Ah, the pool. Chlorine flooding your nostrils. Fast. Time is of the essence. Are
these your last moments? You look at your sister, pleading for help. How did
you get here? Your family, the people who treat you so kindly, have such high
expectations that you cannot meet. You have tried, many times, to make them
proud—yet here you are, taking in what seems to be your final breaths—just to
make them proud.
Swimming is in your blood—it is something
your father, your grandfather, and his grandfather were experts at. You are expected to do the same, but you can't find it in yourself to do so. You put
effort into impressing your loved ones, that’s for sure. You do what you can to
prove yourself to them. You tried to be athletic, to keep to yourself, to stay
out of the way. You wonder what your life would be like without these
expectations (although people will always find a way to make you feel
incompetent—that’s just how it is). This often makes you wonder—will you ever
amount to anything? Is there any hope, that maybe someday your loved ones will
appreciate your choices in life?
Your sister wraps you in a towel and lets
out a sigh of disappointment. You can’t help but to think that she is angry
with you. You let her down again. How could you be so careless? You stare
blankly off into space, seemingly unable to ask the questions you so
desperately need the answers to. Do they really care about you, or is this all
just an act? These questions plague your thoughts. Maybe it’s the fact that
your father refuses to give you food all day. Maybe it’s how they all leave you
alone for what seems like forever, and hardly acknowledge you when they see you
again. It seems that you are somewhere in between being neglected and being the
favorite child. How can this be if you can’t even prove yourself to your
parents and your siblings? You feel useless—after all, what kind of Labrador
retriever doesn’t know how to swim?
But
that’s just how it is.