She thought she was complete and content. Then she realised that when she became too full and needed to unload, all the people around her ran away. "You are so strong and mature, I believe you will be able to solve your own problems. I cannot help you, you are much better than me. I admire you. You are the pillar of your family..... And by the way here are my rubbish I throw to you."
She did not feel better this time. She realised that she is the rubbish bin even for the person who should have been her carer, since she was nine. She suddenly realised why she was so independent, strong, high achiever. She lost her childhood at year three. She stopped being a child and became the rubbish bin.
She seek friendships with older people to replace her stolen childhood. She befriended the mountains, the tree and the ocean. She heard the black bird spoke.
Now she is a mother. She wished she could continue being a strong rubbish bin for everyone around her. For her son, her husband, her mother. She took on a career that care for others. It was her calling. She is the rubbish bin and she is proud to live her destiny.
She is full today. Too full to see anything else but the rubbish she collected, all the rubbish that others thrown at her. She cannot breathe. She is choking of rubbish. She tried to scream for help but those she begged for help just throw rubbish instead - with praised of how strong and wonderful she is. She is waiting for the local authority to collect the rubbish. They are not coming. She is alone, too full and broken. And people throw more rubbish. And more And more. She is drawning....
