When a person is naturally quiet, the world call them introvert.
Introvert are people who rarely talk, their presence is felt by action.
They enjoy Thier own company. These set of people prefer to stay indoors rather than going out to meet people or going to open places.
Growing up with five beautiful girls, I have always been the introverted person in the midst four wild and lousy girls. My parents would often complain why I don't relate with people. I was someone who's presence is felt long before my words could. While every other person will engage in one conversation or the other I will often find meaning in spaces between them. Everyone outside my world might feel bored but this was what i love.
Often time, I will always find time with my writing materials, I think this was just my best paddy. I enjoyed every moment I spent with books, the whisper of each pages gave me more clarity on why I needed to invest in me.
There was no day that I didn't have what to write on my diary. And I kept this diary as a secret book. This particular diary contained a story about everyone in the house.
My siblings will always want to gain access to that dairy but I told them it's not time to read my write up.
I did not do this because I disliked people, just that I preferred the comfort of lonely moments. Each time I stand to air out my thoughts it often accompanied with lots to write home about.
My parents would often say, she doesn't talk, but if you're opportune to get her talk to you, her word carries fire.
They were days I never liked the lonely moments, I just wanted to break out, make new friends and relates with people as every other of my sister's behaves.
But each time I tried the effort prove abortive. My dad noticed it and said ' babe relax, when it's not yet when it's time you won't stress."
And today I'm happy that I'm not that introverted like when I was little.
This is my response to @freewriters prompt.
The image is mine