i love my...
my sister...
i was crying the whole time i cleaned my bro's very very dusty pad this morning. [how dusty? well, just picture this out. when you first step on the house, the first thing you'll do is, *ha-choo* well, sneeze. ]
anyway, as i was saying, i clean the whole pad. then i saw this big box that i remembered a gift to my sis during her debut. everytime i go to cagayan de oro, she's strictly forbidding me to stay away from her box. of course, i didn't touch it. but this morning, i was all alone and my curiousity was killing me. and so i opened it. i saw a couple of pictures, papers, and a notebook. i checked it out then i found out it was my sis' diary. i know it's bad to sneek into her things,but... oh well..
moving on, i read the whole notebook. at first, i was just feeling pity for my sis. i can feel her loneliness and agony. i know she was really having a hard time, [she's still 15 when she got to college and living all alone. and when she was still 13, she was already living with my relatives. imagine that, no parents to guide you on a very young age., only relatives!] but i never know that she used to try to end all of her sufferings.. you know what i mean. but then, the only thing that made me cry was when i saw a bond paper inserted on the notebook. i saw our house she drew [exactly our house]. then at the bottom of it, there said, I MISS MY FAMILY. I MISS MY HOME. that's when i cried. even right now that im typing this. at the back, she wrote that, IM AFRAID IM NOT WELCOME IN THERE ANYMORE WHEN MY PARENTS FIND OUT ABOUT MY GRADES. that made me cry even more . ate, you will always be welcome in our home. you know that. we love you. and we always will...
my brother...
after reading my sis diary, i continued cleaning. then again, i saw pics. but this time, it was my bro's. pictures he had when he was still a kid. and then there's a picture of us during my birthday. i know we're not that close. we argue... A LOT! but we love each other. my parents would always tell me how sweet ivan is to me when i was still a baby. and now that he was studying at cagayan right now, we don't quarrel that much compared before. and although he's not a showy type, i can tell that he's very protective of me. when he would hear that i had a crush on someone, he would instantly say something bad things about that guy to me. though it's kinda irritating, im still glad he's concern for me.
my parents...
before i started my day, i checked out my fone for any messages. i saw two messages from my mom and dad. both were really worried about the fact that im all alone living here in cagayan. they told me all about safety precautions, about the snatchers, etc... then i replied separately to their own numbers, "okay, ill be very very careful. why don't you just come over here so you won't be worried?" my mom replied first, "tok-on taka! [sakalin kaya kita?!]"... minutes later, my dad replied, "sipaon taka! [sipain kaya kita?!]" *sigh* they really are concern about me, aren't they? hahaha! oh well, i love them nonetheless...
i was crying the whole time i cleaned my bro's very very dusty pad this morning. [how dusty? well, just picture this out. when you first step on the house, the first thing you'll do is, *ha-choo* well, sneeze. ]
anyway, as i was saying, i clean the whole pad. then i saw this big box that i remembered a gift to my sis during her debut. everytime i go to cagayan de oro, she's strictly forbidding me to stay away from her box. of course, i didn't touch it. but this morning, i was all alone and my curiousity was killing me. and so i opened it. i saw a couple of pictures, papers, and a notebook. i checked it out then i found out it was my sis' diary. i know it's bad to sneek into her things,but... oh well..
moving on, i read the whole notebook. at first, i was just feeling pity for my sis. i can feel her loneliness and agony. i know she was really having a hard time, [she's still 15 when she got to college and living all alone. and when she was still 13, she was already living with my relatives. imagine that, no parents to guide you on a very young age., only relatives!] but i never know that she used to try to end all of her sufferings.. you know what i mean. but then, the only thing that made me cry was when i saw a bond paper inserted on the notebook. i saw our house she drew [exactly our house]. then at the bottom of it, there said, I MISS MY FAMILY. I MISS MY HOME. that's when i cried. even right now that im typing this. at the back, she wrote that, IM AFRAID IM NOT WELCOME IN THERE ANYMORE WHEN MY PARENTS FIND OUT ABOUT MY GRADES. that made me cry even more . ate, you will always be welcome in our home. you know that. we love you. and we always will...
my brother...
after reading my sis diary, i continued cleaning. then again, i saw pics. but this time, it was my bro's. pictures he had when he was still a kid. and then there's a picture of us during my birthday. i know we're not that close. we argue... A LOT! but we love each other. my parents would always tell me how sweet ivan is to me when i was still a baby. and now that he was studying at cagayan right now, we don't quarrel that much compared before. and although he's not a showy type, i can tell that he's very protective of me. when he would hear that i had a crush on someone, he would instantly say something bad things about that guy to me. though it's kinda irritating, im still glad he's concern for me.
my parents...
before i started my day, i checked out my fone for any messages. i saw two messages from my mom and dad. both were really worried about the fact that im all alone living here in cagayan. they told me all about safety precautions, about the snatchers, etc... then i replied separately to their own numbers, "okay, ill be very very careful. why don't you just come over here so you won't be worried?" my mom replied first, "tok-on taka! [sakalin kaya kita?!]"... minutes later, my dad replied, "sipaon taka! [sipain kaya kita?!]" *sigh* they really are concern about me, aren't they? hahaha! oh well, i love them nonetheless...
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