Mystery Adventures

The Black Sheep's Sentiment

                           Growing up, being the second child, I was labeled as the black sheep of the family. I never knew why I stood up to role, but one thing I know is that there's no escape from it, especially from your parent's eyes.

                           I never wanted it, I tried not to be it, but I guess they'll always see me that way.

                           I tried, and still trying my best not to live up to that role, I did the best I can to do the right things they ask, follow their rules, be a good daughter, sister and even and excellent student. I never party, I once in a year, like literally once in a year, go out with my highschool friends. I do chores, I help, I did everything I think that would make them happy and make them proud, but because of simple mistake of oversleeping or missed to clean one spot in the house, everything you did good will all go to trash, because all they can see is your mistakes.

                          I never understand why? Why are they like that, it's not that I hate them, no. I just can't understand why, of all the people, why can't they see what's wrong with me, or what's my problem, or even tried to talk to me about having growing up issues. I guess I would never be their favorite, because I'm not the successful-lawyer slash eldest kid, nor I am not their unico ijo, I'm not even their bunso, I'm their pain in their neck, I'm their pasaway, sutil, matigas ang ulo¸the black sheep of the family.

                          It hurts, they were supposed to be the first to know if I have a problem, they were supposed to cheer me up when I'm sad, tell me to stand up and it's okay to fall when I'm on my knees, they were supposed to hold me when I'm breaking down. And yet, I felt so alone.

                         Many times I tried to make conversation with them, but in the end none of them were really interested on how my day was, on how a boy gave me chocolates, on how my friends use to tease me.

                           But I guess after all I'm just their daughter right? I have to understand them. And I won't get tired of it, because they're my parents, and I love them, I respect them no matter what. I love them.

I love them.

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