There is always a thousand and one reason that happen and why things happen. But there is only two reasons why i can see and breathe in this earth of Almighty.
- Because it is HIS want. Anything he want, it will happen
- Because of my parents.

I had always been a trouble child, with no future hailing in front of my path.
I had always let my mentor; my other half, to be angry, furious, mad and depressed of what i had done. It had always been my words that make them down.

Mum,
if only you could understand each and everything that comes my way, if you could just seat and not blabber on things that had not happen, if only you stop thinking that i will be f***ing proud of my further education, if only that you had put a little thought that i won't be a superior than you are to hit you when i had thousands of money in my account later on, i won't cry myself to sleep.

In my cuddled position, i wrapped my arms around my legs, and cried myself to sleep. Although i know, if the next morning, i would see two dark rings of fatigue around my eyes, i cried myself harder to sleep. I tried, but i couldn't. The closk struck 4 a.m, n i still couldn't sleep.

Dad voice played into my ears. I could hear him very well. I know he had also blamed me for what had happened. But i swear, it was all a misunderstanding. A misunderstanding which led to a sentence, 'You are not mine anymore'.

This is not the first time that i heard from you. But this had been a countless time that i've heard it. Deep down inside me, i know, it ain't true. Coz, once im yours, im forever yours.

Whenever, this happen, you had taken account about the relationship i had. I know that the inner part of you, you had not blessed this relationship like your action says. Im sorry if this is not the right way for you, but, that is my personal life, which u and dad had promised not to interfere after i break through my O levels. Where is the promised that you've keep preaching on? The promise that you've made me work hard for. Yes, im not as clever as my other niece, which receives thousand of dollars worth tuition, but i am me. I prefer to be this way, coz i noe myself better.

I had always bottled up the feeling i had. I had always been so secretive, senseless. But now, im no more. I hate bottling up what i felt. Cause it kills me. I hate being secretive, cause it hurts. And now, im being over-sensitive and practically weak, as a young lady.

I had always prayed the best for our family since granny passed away...