I hate my family, for slowing me down and not running fast with me. Here is my story.
I went for trekking with my family. We decided to trek for the complete day, set up the camp at the end destination, and enjoy the night there.
During trekking, my family decided to take a rest in between, near a waterfall. I told them I will continue to trek, as I am not tired, and will rest only when I reach the end destination.
I decided that let me run to the endpoint, will click my picture resting inside a camp, and send it to my family to make them jealous.
I ran and covered KMs of the journey in just 3 hours. As I was running, I fell many times, bruised my knees and ankles. But finally, I reached, setup my camp at my favorite spot at the destination point, and sent them my picture of resting inside the camp.
After 30 mins only, I started feeling bored, there was no one to talk to, no one to tease, no one to show off that I am here early. I was all tired, alone, and in pain because of bruises.
My family came 4 hours later, all were smiling, laughing, and talking about waterfalls, rivers, and rabbits they say on their way. They had clicked so many pictures on their way and stopped at so many points to take rest on their way.
They looked at me, smiled, and congratulated me for being here early. But I was all angry, I shouted at them, went inside my tent and slept.
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