Saturday, May 24, 2008 , 5:49 PM Y
Waiting For You..
Do you know this whole week is nothing but a rollercoaster ride. Or to be more specific we're just at the part where it all goes downhill. It's where the scariest part is the most exhilirating part. Excitement, achievement, courage and fear all bundled in one.
My cousin went to hospital, his head hurt in the right but the part of the body that hurts was on the left.
My auntie got mobbed, well pushed or banged when she was locking up the library, to the point where she hit the pillar and fainted.
Another auntie from my mother's side, fainted due to stress and when I met her in the hospital, the strong woman I once knew was lying in the bed, deathly pale. I couldn't even comfort my cousin who was sobbing quietly. And it scared me. the three boys only had their mother to find comfort in. The father, at that time, didn't look like the kind of person you can depend on.
But that's not for me to say.
And today, oh god, today. Was the second worst day of my life. And I thought this things like this always happened to other people, always happened to other families. Maybe I was just denying it, hoping that we could keep up the pretense of being one whole big family again. That nothing was wrong and eveything would be just fine.The fights that had gone on wasn't much. It was so little that I thought it wasn't such a big deal. So why should I make a fuss about it?
And maybe I should be analysing this a bit further but all I did was cry when my father told me the news. Somehow, I knew this was going to happen, all over again. I kept telling myself why, why did it have to happen to me. But I was being so selfish, this always happen to everyone but this time it happened to me. Not once but twice. And I was right, I told Sharon this would happen again and it did.
The funny thing was, eventhough I knew the consequences that came with it, eventhough I had little knowledge of it when it happened when I was younger. I knew the full extent of the aftermath, but it didn't hurt me like it did last time.
But my father and mother should be happy. Even if it meant being apart. And now no longer in denial, I accept this.
Thank you, and out,
Nisa
