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Accustomed to solitude, independent and self-reliant

   I think that many times, we need to get used to loneliness and become independent and self-reliant. No one will always revolve around you, centering their world around you, pampering and spoiling you. After all, they sometimes have their own things to do; after all, they also have their own responsibilities. No one can be carefree forever, able to play around recklessly, or spend as much time with someone as they want. Being too dependent isn't a good thing.

  I remember when I was little, I was very timid, and my parents were often away from home. Many times, I felt insecure. At night, hearing the mice squeaking filled me with fear, and I sincerely hoped my parents would come home to be with me.

  Every night after dinner, I would stay home alone, reading or watching TV, often feeling incredibly bored. My parents liked to go out every night, and many times I wanted them to stay home with me, but I never had the courage. So, without saying a word, I would walk dejectedly back to my room, lie on my bed, and cry for a long time.

  I don't know how to write this article well, nor do I know how to use examples to highlight its theme: getting used to solitude and self-reliance. But I still want to defend myself; all I can offer are childhood memories, which contain my deepest, most genuine emotions.

  I remember before we moved to our new house, my parents only had me, their only daughter, and the three of us lived in the old house.

  I remember the old house was full of rats and flying insects, especially terrifying at night. I admit, the sounds of rats and insects filled me with extreme fear. Many times, I longed for someone to come and rescue me, to spend more time with me. But, although I longed for it, at that time, it was a pipe dream.

  I don't know how to describe that scene; I only know that the sounds of rats gnawing and the flying insects around me made my heart pound in my throat. Especially after the lights were turned off, the feeling of unease was even stronger in the darkness. I was afraid of insects flying onto my face, and I was afraid of rats crawling on me.

  As I've grown older, I've gradually gotten used to this feeling, getting used to watching TV and even sleeping alone at home at night. However, I'm still afraid of mice and flying insects. Perhaps that deep-seated anxiety hasn't completely disappeared. But now I understand that sometimes you really have to get used to loneliness and be independent. Now, I have

  two

  younger sisters, and our family of five has moved to a new house. Now, I don't have to worry about mice or flying insects at night.

  However, I didn't expect that my youngest sister is also afraid of being home alone, especially at night. Seeing her reminds me of my younger self. She was just like me when I was little—easily a crybaby, equally afraid of being alone. Almost every night, someone had to be with her, never leaving her sight, to feel safe enough to sleep. And she needed help with many things, like getting dressed and taking a bath. Of course, compared to me, she's lucky. Her parents aren't here, but her grandmother can keep her company; and when her grandmother isn't here, her older sister can keep her company. Many times, when I want to go out for a short while at night, she asks all sorts of questions, and sometimes she even forbids me from going out. Just because she's little, just because she's afraid to be alone, I have to put up with her. Many times, I want to get angry about it, but I think about it and hold back. I take her with me when I go out, and my parents also want me to take her with me. Sometimes I wonder if I owed her something in my past life, and she's here to collect her debt in this one?

  Actually, she's seven years old this year, born in the Year of the Tiger in 2010. I was born in the Year of the Rat, and I'm known for being timid! I don't understand why she can't get used to being alone. If she got used to being alone, maybe I could be happier. But now I think I understand a little. It's because she's always had someone around to pamper her; after all, when her parents aren't home, she sleeps directly at her grandmother's house, so being alone all of a sudden makes it very difficult for her! Getting used

  to

  loneliness is actually a kind of strength; getting used to loneliness also requires courage; getting used to loneliness can improve your resilience. At least, even if you're alone right now, you won't feel too scared.

  I think that many times, we need to get used to loneliness and become independent and self-reliant.

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  (End of article)

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