Not everything that the eyes see, is the truth, sometimes we need to look deeper to find out what it really is. I wrote this standing in my best friends shoes, trying to figure out how she sees the world through her eyes and I end up with this.
Not every complete family is a happy family. People view us as a happy one. But, looking at my perspective and being a part of this family, I can say were not one of those happy ones.Our family consists of my father, mother, my brother, and I. As I grew up I tend to notice how much distant I am from my brother, he won’t let me touch him before, well until now actually. I don’t know how we became like this, all I know is that when I started to understand things, he became all distant on me. As my only sibling, I dreamt of having secrets with him and giving me advices about things, making me feel better when I get my heart broken, getting a hug and being comforted. But it turns out that they were all just dreams, dreams that won’t ever come true even if I keep on dreaming them. He seems to hate me so much, to the the point wherein even his little words can pierce through me easily.
As for my mother, I noticed that I inherited some attitudes or traits from her, mostly negative. Funny right? Ever since I showed potential in academics when I was in 5th grade, my mother had always pressured me into getting high grades in exchange for the effort of my father who works overseas just to get me in school. I know myself that I can get good grades, but with all the pressure I’m getting and none of the support I’m needing, my grades failed. I became lazy when I started high school, although I still maintain good grades, good grades aren’t what I needed. I needed support, I needed caring. It’s not like I’m not cared at all, but for the first time I stopped being in denial and finally admitted that I wanted some kind of attention. That attention is what I’ve received when I first fell in love. He gave me all the attention I’ve wanted. All the support I needed, I found it in my friends.
Finally, as for my father, it’s not like I’m having complains or anything. It’s just that I don’t want to be spoiled, it doesn’t mean I am the youngest, doesn’t mean I have to be treated as a baby forever, and as what I’ve experienced, being an outsider to my only brother’s life, I want my father to be fair with us; I want him to treat us equally, not based on the age or anything.
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