Hello everyone, my name is Ann, and unlike
most of you, I will never grow up, remaining an eternal child. Even now, I am already 14, but my body is
not aware of this at all. My parents gave birth to me very early, they
were both under 20, so they were not ready for the role of mom and dad at all. And even after I was born, they couldn't get
used to having a baby. But they still had to learn how to manage
with an eternally screaming baby, since there was no help from any of the relatives anyway. But, we must admit that although my parents
took care of me, I did not evoke any special feelings in them. They rather performed their duties automatically
than at the call of their hearts. “The child has already been born and now
nothing can be changed” - they constantly said to each other. However, I was a girl with special needs,
but my parents, because of their youth, did not notice this, believing that they had a
funny and petite baby, that's all. But everything changed after the visit to
the doctor. At that time, I was 2 years old, but physically
I looked like a child of 9 months maximum. And, of course, the pediatrician immediately
noticed this and began to examine me. The diagnosis was not long in coming. I was diagnosed with a gene mutation due to
which I will remain an eternal child forever. The forecasts were patchy, but just then something
inside my parents skipped a beat and they completely changed. Now they just began to adore me and devote
all their free time to me. From now on, they cared and cherished me,
calling me "beloved girl" and "miracle". My parents probably hoped to save me with
their love, not realizing that it was forever. Nevertheless, I am glad that I am adored by
the family and without their support, I would be a completely different person. But now I'm a gagger, a jolly girl, and I
can't imagine myself without laughter and jokes. Due to illness, I began to walk only at the
age of 7, but this did little to help my parents, because I still like to ride in a stroller
or to sit on the lap of one of my parents. One day, my mother left the stroller outside
a store and went inside. At that time, I was already 12 years old,
so I was only physically a baby. But this did not prevent me from knowing dozens
of my favorite songs by heart, reciting poetry and shouting in bass if necessary. So, while I was lying in the stroller and
waiting for my mother, someone came up to me and started to roll me away. I thought it was my mother, so I kept lying
there and dreaming. But soon the stroller stopped and a woman
looked in. "What do you want? - I asked sternly, and the unfortunate woman's
face twisted and she began to scream like an offended pig. "Crazy or something” - I thought and closed
the visor of the stroller. A minute later, my mother ran up to me, took
me in her arms and started hugging me and crying. I still didn't understand what was wrong and
why my mother was so happy about me. I even felt a little uneasy. But it turned out that my mother's behavior
was not without reason. While she was in the store, a woman came up
to the stroller, looked around, and started to take me away. Then she looked inside and was horrified,
because what she saw was not what she expected - me… Then she was detained by the police and it
turned out that she wanted to kidnap a baby, but something went wrong. From the experience, the poor lady began to
go crazy, because the stress experienced hit hard on her psyche. They say that now she has completely turned
gray and is still being treated in a special medical institution and constantly repeats
the words "little monster". Oh, it's about me, if anything. But I have my own opinion on this. You should not do bad deeds and try to kidnap
other people's children. Karma overtook her, all is fair. In general, I shock almost all strangers,
but usually, people quickly come to their senses. I am also not deprived of a sense of humor,
so I like to play pranks on others. But sometimes this leads to unpredictable
consequences. And since I go to a regular school, I do most
of my pranks there. This year we have a new history teacher. Well, my classmates and I were not at a loss. Before the start of our first lesson, none
of the classmates was in a hurry to enter the class and here's why. In the history class we have a little ventilation,
no more than 30 centimeters in diameter, and, you know, almost nothing and no one will fit
in there, well, except me. This is what we decided to use. My classmates helped me get in and left, and
soon a new teacher came in and started preparing for the lesson. Half a minute later, I poked my head out of
the vent and plaintively asked for help. The shocked historian was even speechless,
and then asked how I got there and how this is possible. He even pinched himself and gave himself a
couple of slaps. I told him that this is not a simple school
and here they conduct experiments on children, turning them into snakes with human heads. The poor teacher opened his mouth in surprise
and then backed away. He began to make strange movements with his
hands in my direction and said “Disappear! Disappear!” And then something unexpected happened and
he took a chair in his hands ... Well, that joke would have been my last one
if my classmates had appeared in the classroom a second later, because the historian was
very serious and very scared of the snake with a human head. When he was stopped and I was pulled out of
the vent, he breathed a sigh of relief and said that it was a terrible prank and that
now he would definitely not sleep for at least a week. To say is one thing, but in fact, it turned
out to be completely different. After all, he couldn't get over it and didn't
show up at our school again. His first day of work was his last one. Damn, I didn't mean to… After that incident, the headmaster said that
if I repeat this trick even once, I will leave the walls of his school forever. After all, it's my fault that the third teacher
escapes from there. Actually, he's right, there were two other
particularly vulnerable teachers before the historian, but the rest of the teachers just
adore me. As you have already understood, I give the
impression of an absolutely happy person with a sense of humor and self-irony. But this is a kind of self-defense, because
I have a whole bunch of fears and resentments that I hide somewhere in the depths of my
soul. In fact, I am afraid for my fragile health. I'm so scared that I can cry all night from
it. The fact is that my organs are cramped in
my tiny body and this harms the entire body. Unfortunately, the situation is getting worse
every day and I live in almost incessant pain. I'm afraid of falling, I'm afraid of dying,
I'm afraid of hurting my parents, and I'm even afraid to talk about my fears, so only
I know about them. It's a circle of despair. And behind the mask of a positive and funny
girl, there is an insult to life on a universal scale. Why are some people destined to be completely
healthy, while others have to fight every day for their right to exist? Where is the justice here? Yes, you can talk about karma, DNA breakdown,
jokes of nature, and so on, but it doesn't make it easier for me. I have not done anything bad to anyone to
suffer like this. Also, there is a resentment against my parents
inside me. It is difficult for me to explain for what
exactly I am offended. But there is a destructive feeling and this
is a fact. Maybe I'm jealous of their physical health,
maybe I blame them for being born this way… It can be anything, but no one knows about
it except me. I just see how my parents are trying for me
and doing everything to make me happy. And my grievances are my own business. Why should I upset the closest people with
this? They are already going through all the sorrows
with me and they are also not to blame that we got such a fate. Do you have a sense of humor? Do you like funny people who love jokes and
gags? You can write your answers at the bottom right
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