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Sunday, April 01, 2007

i remember that when i was young,
when i made my sis angry,
she would tell me that i was picked up from the trashbin.
and being as naive as i was,
i would cry and after that go and ask my mummy if it was true.
and everytime my mommy would say no,
but i would still firmly believe that i was.

not too long ago,
i thought my brother was against me.
he always picked on me, (and still does)
but i always felt he treated my sister better than i.
and i would always sulk and grumble AND,
once again, go find my mommy...

i used to think my mommy was super mean.
she was so strict and always got more stuff for my brother.
it just didnt seem fair to me...
this time i didnt run to my mommy,
i went to find solace i my soft toys instead.
why?
cuz they never say anything,
and you can just blabber on and on and on...

i always thought my daddy unfair,
his job requires him to fly ever so often,
and i never did knew where he was going to and when.
i always got angry cuz my daddy would always tell me the morning he flies where he would be.
and i didnt like the last-minuteness...
so once again,
i would go and complain to my mommy...

i used to think other people's families were better than mine,
and i always wanted to have a different family...

now, i no longer think like how i used to.
my mummy is strict cuz she wanted to protect me.
but i thought that she was out to destroy my life.
my daddy did try to tell me,
by pasting travel plans on the fridge,
just that i didnt read it.
i wanted a new family,
but failed to see how terrific the one i already have is.
i failed to see how my family was unique
well, my siblings did what they did...
cuz...
well, thats what siblings do!!
they bicker with you and make you feel like throttling them.
thats how families are.
but in the end,
they still love you.

and i do love my family.

furball + 10:15:00 PM