A Story: chapter 2
All her friends wondered how could she ever face off all the harsh moments she went through. Though her hard times is nothing compared to the others who had it worst. But still, one by one, people come up to her and asked; "how are you able to overcome all this? i always pity you... you're always the one who had to deal with the most bullshits of shits" And so questions became more overwhelming. Her determination became her friend's inspirations. What kept her going? Her loved ones, her friends, her other half. But that has yet to come.
On the outer surface, people thought that it was only a small problem that she had to faced. She shake her head, feeling helpless, because of the unseen truth. Her eyes, her ears was the only witness of everything she had gone through, and not a single soul knew those tiny bits of pieces of truth. Bitter. Having someone to work almost the whole day providing food, money and shelter in the family; her dad. Having someone who always learning new things in life at his young age; her little brother. Having someone who is old but yet still has a heart and love to share the home with the rest of the family; her grandmother. It wasn't easy for her to accept. But she tries. Accepting with ease and humbleness for everything she had from the start.
The struggle for her to share her life problems with someone in the family. Not all could understand. I forgot to mention, she's a daddy's girl. She stick to her dad 24/7 without fail. That's where she always feel comfortable with. Some people say that a complete family has to have a dad, mom. For her? Her family has always been only with her dad and her younger brother. Her mom? Separated. In her own world. Alone. Gone from her husband, son and daughter's sight. She wouldn't want her past to be haunting her back. The thought of her thinking about her own mom. Is a no for her. Very. She does feel upset whenever there are people having close relationships with their own moms. She wished it would be the same as her. She always wanted to feel how it was like being close to a older woman that specifically gave birth to her. Millions of dreams she could think of in being close to her own blood. Guess it was never meant for her to taste the wishes she made.
Alone, depressed, the craves, the dreams, the wishes she always wanted. She cornered herself. Drifted away from others. Isolated. Tears holding her back. She thought that tears would heal her wounds. It only lasted for a moment.
On the outer surface, people thought that it was only a small problem that she had to faced. She shake her head, feeling helpless, because of the unseen truth. Her eyes, her ears was the only witness of everything she had gone through, and not a single soul knew those tiny bits of pieces of truth. Bitter. Having someone to work almost the whole day providing food, money and shelter in the family; her dad. Having someone who always learning new things in life at his young age; her little brother. Having someone who is old but yet still has a heart and love to share the home with the rest of the family; her grandmother. It wasn't easy for her to accept. But she tries. Accepting with ease and humbleness for everything she had from the start.
The struggle for her to share her life problems with someone in the family. Not all could understand. I forgot to mention, she's a daddy's girl. She stick to her dad 24/7 without fail. That's where she always feel comfortable with. Some people say that a complete family has to have a dad, mom. For her? Her family has always been only with her dad and her younger brother. Her mom? Separated. In her own world. Alone. Gone from her husband, son and daughter's sight. She wouldn't want her past to be haunting her back. The thought of her thinking about her own mom. Is a no for her. Very. She does feel upset whenever there are people having close relationships with their own moms. She wished it would be the same as her. She always wanted to feel how it was like being close to a older woman that specifically gave birth to her. Millions of dreams she could think of in being close to her own blood. Guess it was never meant for her to taste the wishes she made.
Alone, depressed, the craves, the dreams, the wishes she always wanted. She cornered herself. Drifted away from others. Isolated. Tears holding her back. She thought that tears would heal her wounds. It only lasted for a moment.
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