Bench Rest Die

My parents booked an out-of-country trip with a travel agency. My parents and I, along with the other families who also booked the trip, would travel across the country, go sightseeing, and ride in a tour bus. I noticed some kids around the ages of 4-12. I myself am a young teenager, but I grew up lonely, without friends. There were groups of families and the families that had kids had more than one child. Our tour group often stopped on rest stops and these kids and their families would take pictures. The kids had these smiles and laughs that seemed so powerful, strong, overwhelming, shining, and charming. They seemed to have a lot of fun. On the other hand, I spent my trip just sitting on benches alone. The dark sky made me feel worse... What is going on?