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Maturity is realising that your own pleasures
aren't worth someone else's pain.
- jerine
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Saturday, August 12, 2006
jerine♥, 4:34 PM

am i even your kid?

i'm afraid to know the answer.

honestly, what kind of mother go "i expected you to fail" when their child comes home with their results.

and the fact that i was already feeling all upset didn't make things better.

"i expected you to fail" were her exact words.
and she could laugh when i stared at her.
a jaw-dropping moment.

at that moment i was just in shock.
for the second time the same day.
my mind was momentarily blank.
i just wanted to turn around and walk away.
but my feet were rooted to the ground.
what was i supposed to think?
i swear my heart stopped beating for that few seconds.
the world moved without me.
i was praying so desperately for the 2 words.
"just joking."
those words never came.
the laughter did.
how cruel.
is this some kind of joke?
are the heavens roaring with laughter too?

i mean,
I'M YOUR DAUGHTER!
honestly, you should be ashamed of yourself.
i feel ashamed of you.
embarrased.

i still can't believe my mother said those words to me.

where's that little bit of faith?

shouldn't it be present between every parent and child?

my whole family thinks i can't do it.
they think i'm the dumbest person alive.
they believe that i'll never succeed.
they think the only thing i should do is look for a rich guy to support me.
they think that's the only way i'll survive.
the only way i'll get through life.




sometimes i wonder if i should thank god for my family.
this family which LOVES and BELIEVES in me so much.


she's my mother.
i have to come to terms with myself.
but i still cant believe she said that.

my very own mother.
i cried like my life depended on it.


my mother.