To the woman who gave me my life:
I love you so much, so much that I just couldn't stand there and do nothing when I see that bastard doing all those kind of unrespectful stuffs towards you. How can you bear your heart to reprimand someone who cares so much for you and beg him for forgiveness for not allowing him to do what he wants to you? For the care and concern I gave, are they all really shit in your eyes? You told me a firm no but you had to do what you did because you just can't gave up on your son. Yes, he's your son but aren't I your daughter? So shouldn't there be some kind of fairness over here? What exactly are you afraid of? Yes, I know. He's always using his studies to threaten you. To not study for his test and not to do his homework. Come on! I doubt he'll have the dare to forsake his studies and so what if he really does, that's his choice, his choice of future. He chooses what he wants. You can't simply allow him to do all those things to you even till when you turn old? He's your son and my brother. I admit that we just simply loves him too much that resulted in not only today's ending. In your eyes, whatever I tried to help are all troubles but whatever "good stuff" he manages to do for you, he's a tresure, a tresure that you will forget unhappy things that have ever happen. You praise him for being good and praise me only when I told you to do so. You hug him, kiss him and only do so to me reluctantly once in a blue moon when I asked you for it. One day or sooner, I'll just collapse infront of you, telling you to continue what you are doing now and forget about me but I can't, because I LOVE YOU!
For the little boy in my eye:
Yes! So what you are my brother. Don't forget that I'm your ELDER SISTER and she's your MOM! How can you enjoy being a sadist? Do you really feel happy doing all those kind of disgusting things to my mum? Playing saliva around her, picking your nose and stick them onto her shirt, make sure she breath in deeply your smelly air from your mouth, fart right into her face and the so many else things you had done. Don't you ever feel sorry? I admit that I'm bad tempered and when I couldn't really take it, I'll just hit you but does it means that you could retaliate and hit me as much as your strengths could bring you to? I'll never be able to win you in fights. You are so big in size and you have never thought of the consequences of hitting me back with your mighty strength. I'm so angry seeing you doing all this kind of stuff to my mum and I can't even do anything and when I really did, I'll get reprimand for being nosey. Who am I? Sometimes I think, what is it that could brings you back to us?
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