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. :)