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mama.
Tuesday, July 29, 2008


i sat down in the bus on the way to go to michele's house.
then i had myself thinking where did i go wrong in life.
last week, my family had a meeting, just the 5 of us.
halfway through the lecture, of my dad talking about each of our lives, my mum just got up and walked away from us, and headed to her room.
that's when i knew something was wrong and i knew at that time, my mum couldn't hold back her tears any longer.
it killed me when i peeped into her room and caught her wiping her tears of that hurtful face.
mama, you have not been a bad mum. stop thinking that you were the reason why we are like this. stop thinking that you have failed as a mother. ma, its our fault. we have always been rebellious towards you. for me as the youngest, i know my responsibilities now. as for the other two, im not sure bout how they feel after the talk.

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