Imagination Diary

SSE3: A Broken Picture Frame

Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.

It's already midnight and I haven't even bothered sleeping or closing my eyes.

Yawn!

I couldn't sleep. My mom keeps on telling me things. While my dad, far away trying to put his so-called show of making a change for himself.

They say, give him a chance. Mom says, give her a chance. I say, give me a break. I'm tired of ever thinking. Though, how much more is my mom.

She gave me everything. My wants, my needs, love and care. Moral support, education, values, everything. While they don't understand what my dad gave me.

He gave me a reason to wish, I have never been born. He curses me whenever I'm weak. He humiliates me in any way he can. He doesn't even bother talking to me unless he has something for me to do.

Am I illegible to ask?

What kind of father are you?

But I have no right. I'm just a son. Their eldest son. Who is badly longing for understanding.

Maybe, I'm just never highly motivated. Maybe, I'm just too much underestimated. I don't know. Do you?

Every gulp of my saliva ever makes me want to wonder.

Will we still have food for tomorrow?

I don't want to hear my youngest brother complain that he's hungry again. It hurts me and I couldn't help him because I couldn't give him anything.

Poor brother. Poor mother. Poor me.

I don't like blaming people. It just hinders me from thinking of a better way to work things out.

Now, should I give my dad a chance or should I give my mom a break?

If only that I don't love my father's parents, my grandparents, there's no reason for me to give my father a chance. He wasted it. A long time ago. Now, I couldn't think of a better thing to do but to get away from here.

We're living on a broken picture frame. I could hope for the better but still could hope of the way things could stop causing pain.

~end~