The Small Breeze. Invisible.

  Looking back, I've spent my whole life in high school with SCC. In fact, I dedicated all my time to them. I'm not a very greedy or demanding person, all I ever wanted was to be appreciated for everything I've done, everything I've sacrificed. Is that too much to ask for? All these years, I've never been active in anything else cause there wasn't enough time. All my time was spent on SCC. Since form 1, I've worked hard, contributed and sacrificed. All the countless arguments I had with my mum, all the conflicts, don't these mean anything? I'm not asking for anything, I just want to be remembered and appreciated for what I've done for the club. Not too much to ask for, right? Then, why is it, that once one has left, you're never remembered? Erased from their memory, as if you we're never there. Never one of them. Never a part of that family. All these years, I wonder if I've been fooling myself. Since the day I left, no, to be exact, even before I left, I was invisible. Nobody sees me but myself. Maybe there are a few who really sees me, but they're a minority. I've been a ghost all this time. Invisible but heard once in a while, like a wind. A small breeze. A very, very small breeze. A breeze that is seen and heard only when they need something from me.