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I have heard of couples divorcing as a result of their so many differences that could not be bridged. I have heard of children clinging to their father or mother, pleading for a reunion again. But for the first time in my entire life, I have just heard and seen a daughter wanting a divorce for their parents. A daughter who fuels the burning flame every time their parents argue. A daughter who is better at taking sides than at being a mediator. A daughter who has the most despicable guts to insult the very woman who gave birth to her. A daughter who forms an alliance with her mother's enemy. A daughther who is so loathesome in every possible way!
People say that she is possessed! And I have to admit there are times I wish it was true! At least that would alter my perception about her wrongdoing. At least that would be an excuse! But I know it too well that she is not. Pangs of nostalgia strike me when I flip through photo albums, the precious collections of our youthful, carefree upbringing. I never fail to look at those eyes that stare straight into mine, that pair that reflects no anger, resentment or hatred. How I wish everything would just be the same!
I hate to say "bong" to her now! I hate how she always fakes a smile in return. And I hate how she always turns away immediately after that without a word. When I stare at her, I feel as if I was looking at a total stranger. And there are just so many questions I want to ask her. Why have you become this way? What is wrong exactly? Why all this resentment and hatred towards your very own mother? What has she done so wrong that you cannot spare a word of forgiveness? How could you trust someone else than your own mother? Why?...
People say that she is possessed! And I have to admit there are times I wish it was true! At least that would alter my perception about her wrongdoing. At least that would be an excuse! But I know it too well that she is not. Pangs of nostalgia strike me when I flip through photo albums, the precious collections of our youthful, carefree upbringing. I never fail to look at those eyes that stare straight into mine, that pair that reflects no anger, resentment or hatred. How I wish everything would just be the same!
I hate to say "bong" to her now! I hate how she always fakes a smile in return. And I hate how she always turns away immediately after that without a word. When I stare at her, I feel as if I was looking at a total stranger. And there are just so many questions I want to ask her. Why have you become this way? What is wrong exactly? Why all this resentment and hatred towards your very own mother? What has she done so wrong that you cannot spare a word of forgiveness? How could you trust someone else than your own mother? Why?...
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To Hour: partly, yeah! But all the argument and everything starts from her, and she makes sure everything does not stop there...And it's not my bro's case...