I knew that I don’t have a great family to be proud of
I knew that I did not have a great parents to set as a role model
I knew… and I still remember every details of the fights..
The wound, the scar..
This wound has not dry yet… not even dry..
But how could he put another salt in it?
I don’t even have the scar yet because I have not found any cure for this wound…
It still had me like a living dead body
Yes, I smiled.
Yes, I laughed.
And for God sake, yes I cried…
But my tears were not as much as my mom’s.
The latest wound has not been healed YET but then you came again to hurt us.
And I don’t know for how many times more…
I pray to God to give me strength…
I pray and I wished that for just a couple of years for me to develop and clap my wings.
I have not done yet…
Not even close to what people said a successful life.
I’ve had enough with the tears poured for someone who gave our little family those suffer.
I’ve had enough to deal with U.
enough is enough, dad…