Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Only my family can understand this post.

Suan, Laly, Me, Mom, and Dad. I'm keeping my promise guys, hold on, I'm doing it now. I love you. Happy birthday, Dad!

Daughter, sister, tutor, playmate, critic, adviser -- These are the words associated to me in our family.

As much as possible, I don't want a dramatic post; I don't want sadness. But I realized this is reality; this is inevitable. Just like before, whenever I'm writing about my family, I'm in tears and full of emotions. I hate this part.

I did a move this year, which I thought "that was it" without consulting you, Mom and Dad. We were all happy with it at first because we thought "that was really it". But I did a wrong move. I am so sorry (again). I really feel so ashamed.

But instead of giving up, the things that are happening to us make me even more determined to pursue what I planned and what you planned for me. I will be "there" guys, the soonest. I am tired of being "here" much as you are tired of being "there still". Help me God.

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