i remember. . . the times i used to latch onto my
dad's back trouser pockets and follow him to the dining table every evening when he just got home from work.
i remember. . . how my
mum would console and soothe me whenever i had a bad fall or i had nightmares when i was just a little kid.
i remember. . . the way the sunlight would shine through the curtains in our old house in
Cheras when i used to sleep in my parents' bedroom.
and. . . i also remember as a little kid, my
biggest fear and
worst-ever nightmare was, one day, eventually losing my parents *touches wood*
it is a very
strange and
frightening concept:
death. especially to a seven-year old. and, yes, i was petrified by the thought of losing my own life one day, and the possibilities of how it would occur, but at that time, the
deep pain of the loss of the
people i loved most dearly and how i would cope without them seemed like too much to bear. there were nights of endless sobbing and crying in bed from worry of this undeniable fate. of losing the two most important and giving people in this world to me;
my mum and dad. i really have
alot to thank them for..~
then there was a period of time, when i started to find my dad
too uptight, and my mum
too flighty. friends started to overshadow my family & i began to disregard my parents' advice and directions. it was like, the more they pushed, the more i edged away.
but standing here in this point of time, i cant help but feel so
lost. unsure of
what i want,
what i should do, and what is
possible and
impossible to achieve. my life as a student is un
officially about to end, and i can't handle this responsibility yet. i wished i could be strong, for the sake of my independence, and my parents. but
i'm crumbling from the weight of it all...
on the train home from work last
nite, i
couldnt keep myself from thinking...i
reaally,
reeaally miss my family, and i wish i could hear my mum tell me again that
"everythings going to be alrite..."
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