Hurt. Sad. Disappointed. Discouraged. Angry. Heartbroken. All rolled into one, whisked like nobody's business. But I am just more hurt than anything else. Who could hurt you more than your own blood? Especially if it's your own blood.

I never ask for anythin in return. You wanted me to get it for you, I did. I remembered. I was so happy. I thought you would be happy. But... you were not appreciative. You were not satisfied. I bought it for you cos I know you wanted it. Well, you looked at it, happy at 1st, and because you were not happy with it, you chucked it away on the front table like as if it was dirt.

No "thank you", no nothing. Not even a sign of appreciativeness. Instead I got a scolding? What the hell was all that about? You left me standing there, dumb-founded. I simply had nothing to say. How could you do this? Why? Why is it that whatever I do, it never seems to be good enough for you? Why is it that whatever I do, it's always not right?

It's suppose to be a gift with sincerity and out of love and yet you just crumpled it and threw it aside, like it was nothing. All I wanted was for you to be happy. But apparently you were not happy enough.

Funny. I bought for you a gift and I got a scolding for it because it doesn't have what you were looking for? I guess after all these years, I've only become more immuned to this kind of feeling.

Next time, dun ask me to get anything for you. You want something? I'll give you the money, you go get it yourself. How I wish mum was here. So I can complain to her and talk to her...



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