Any day hardship comes my way, It turns it into a moody day. I can only give a painful laughter to be my comfort rafter. It then reminds me of my mom's saying "the dry bone can rise again" Among my friends, I am condemn. As a biscuit bone,when I follow them, they will beat me unfairly. I cry back home ocean of tears daily "stop weeping" I encouraged myself for the dry bone can rise again. In my neighbourhood,i am nobody. very fruitless and useless somebody. I lack further endurance. I can do anything in annoyance , but I have to cool my temper for the dry bone can rise again. In my cla**,I am the dullest, even as i'm the tallest. When I talk,shorts and skirts give me mock. They jeered and made me a laughing stock. I swallowed all the bitter pills because the dry bone can rise again. My mother said situation of mine will move; some negative to positive' zero to hero,nobody to somebody victim to victor,illiterate to sturdy. I believed her words because the dry bone can rise again.