Once upon a time, I was there. I know how it feels like to despise your very own family very much. Feels like nobody cares, feels like you're better off alone, you'll be happy and successful without them. I don't know if it's a phase experienced by all teenagers, but I did.
When you grow up, I'm not saying I'm all grown up a total adult or whatever, but at this age of 20, I realise how very important my family is, how much I love them and I am certain that the love is mutual. I know they don't act like they care, they really do. Everytime I think about my very big, blessed, happy despite being incomplete family, I can't be more thankful. If people say "you're not rich until you've something money can't buy" then I guess I'm the richest kid ever. I wouldn't trade my family for a million grands, not even for Charlie's Chocolate Factory. I love each and every one of them no matter how annoying they get at times, you can't help fighting when you've like 10-13 people under a roof. Sigh.
How I wish I could turn back time, to sleep beside Cicik, to hug Afaf and she'll be very very annoyed, to lie on Uda's tummy and to hang out with Kakak at Boost or Coffee Bean. Gahh
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