Something happened at home tonight. Something unpleasant, something awful and when parents started to curse and swear, it is not a nice situation at all. I hate it when I was the middle person, the messenger, the punching bag. Listening to my mom's deadly words are bad enough to end my day. I don't like ugly situations happened at night time because when I decide to close my eyes, the situation will replay and rewind in my head.
Its just sad when the older sibling just refused to use their brain for some reason. Whenever the father pointed out their mistakes, they refused to accept. But one thing I know that I pity my mom. Its not easy when you have to wake up early in the morning, cook dishes for hundred of hungry kids at school, come back again, bathe and send her grand kids to school so they can get proper education, went to the market, fetch the grandson,grand-daughter and hopefully she can get some sleep in between of the babysitting time. Why can't my sister appreciate all this stuffs?
Thinking back, I've been a bad daughter too. I rarely contribute money to the household chores, rarely helped my mom at the kitchen since i was a bad cook. On Mothers' Day, some kids brought their mom to some posh hotels for dinner, celebrate it with a cake, for me, I spent my mothers' day watching soccer when my dad decided to call in for pizza. I helped to call and make orders for them, that's the least I can do because I am useless and hopeless daughter.
At the age of 22, I didn't have any high qualifications to make my parents proud, never have a graduation ceremony where I can wear the graduation robe, holding certs and seeing my parents smile proudly at the camera, didn't have any job that can support them, didn't have any license to drive them around.
I'm sorry I can't be perfect.
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