For all I know, silence has never bothered me.
As a child, my favorite time of the day was
in the evening when my parents were asleep.
I vividly recall the joy and relief I experienced each night,
knowing I could finally spend time by myself,
enveloped in tranquility.
Admittedly, I felt guilty and questioned myself.
Was I a bad kid? Did I truly love my parents?
Why did I prefer my own company over theirs?
Why did I find solace in my own thoughts and imagination
rather than engaging in conversation with them?
I wish someone had told me that I am simply an introvert
and that I am not alone. :)