she felt like she almost break down as we keep on chatting about our family.looking at her reminds me of the pain and disapointment that i went through for the last 3 years. it was indeed never been an easy journey to begin with.as i look at her again,i was speechless,my mind was carefully constructing what i was about to said.truth hurts,but lies worse.
as i step in my house,thoughts keep on popping out in my mind.if we happened to be real sisters,will things be different?if only our brothers are being a bit considerate by not being a troublemaker,how would things become?
perhaps?
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