So im forwarding this story.
After 9 months...
9:00 pm, at St. Luke's Medical Center.
My sister is born.
Ang pangalan niya ay Anastacia Isabelle. Not so common, huh? Yeah. Because it is my grandmom's name (mom's side) she passed away at the same time and date of the arrival of my sister. So ayun my parents decided to name Belle, Belle.
Ofcourse my parents are so happy because of my sister that they...forgot me.
So that time i was 3 years old. Then i noticed that my parents does not care about me anymore.
I went to my sister's nursery, then i asked mommy.
"Mommy, can you please braid my hair?"
"Uhh, honey, i can't. Just go to ate phen okay?"
"Okay."
So kinausap ko si ate phen
"Ya, can you pls braid my hair?"
"Oh sure sweetheart."
"Ate, do you think that my parents does not love me anymore?."
" Sam, bakit mo naman iniisip yan? Ofcourse they loves you."
"Since my sister came, i was left behind."
Then ate just keep silent.
So forwad again.
Nung nag-shopping kami ng toys when i was 12 years old and Belle is 9. Nasa toys r us, mom told us that im gonna pick 4 toys while Belle have to pick 6 TOYS , SIX!!
"Mom? Why do i have to pick 4 toys while belle has 6?"
Then mom just snob me (may pinagmanahan pala ako sa pagiging snobbera)
As times pass, im 21 and Belle is 18.
One dinner, this triggered me para magpakamatay yes you've heard me right, suicide.
"Yaya, get the carbonara i cooked for Belle"
"Eh pano po si Sammy?" Tanong ni yaya
"naku! Ayaw niya ng carbo, right?"
I just rolled my eyes.
"Belle, chicken pa?"
"Thanks Dad, ate do you want some?"
"No."
"Ya, pakuha nga nung Ice cream sa ref, favorite ni Belle."
Sh*t, so i walked out.
I went to my bedroom and locked the door and ready to jump the window but... and nag status ako.
