Feb 20, 2007 17:46
Suddenly, the blood you shed bore the most beautiful flower any man has seen in this world.
My sister and I had a nice talk last weekend. We talked about our family - our dad and our mom and how we were raised incorrectly. Our mom was like a late bloomer in showing her love to us. It is weird, that never in my life have I considered wondering about my mom’s disposition with me when I was a child. What I remember though, was having dinner by myself, having to do my assignments by myself, and not being able to watch television because daddy said no. I never thought that my sister also had the same ‘realizations’ or so it can be called.
Maybe that is why I always feel awkward at home, not being able to discuss matters of the heart with my dad and mom, or just be ‘me’ when I am with them. Maybe that is why I am far away from home, speaking of two different terms. I wonder how long will this go one, like this. I wonder how such things will end in the future.
Still, I felt relieved. At least, after my talk with my sister, I knew that I was not only being dramatic about all the things in my past. Maybe I just needed somebody else to tell me that it was alright to feel such things.