Sunday, May 06, 2007

3rd post.

it's all your fault. why didnt you tell me when i was six. when my dad was gone. why didnt you tell me or my brother at all? you can only tell him. and you cant tell your own children. you've kept it from us for so long. why choose now. to tell him instead of us? you've only known him for 2 years. and you're telling us that you trust him more? you gave birth to us. you should tell us everything. not him. i know he's supporting us. i know if he wasnt around we wouldnt even be alive. but still. we're your own flesh and blood. you dont even know how i feel now do you? cos all you care about is him. never us. you only care about our studies. have you ever thought about how we felt? we dont want to move to another country. we dont want to go to a boarding school. we know he can afford it for us. but whats wrong with staying in singapore? nothing wrong right. we just go there to get some thingy that can let us have a higher income. but what if we dont work? then it's no use now is it.

i know you arent with us anymore. you were gone when i was six. then we came to singapore. because of you. mummy told him all those things. and we just happened to hear it. i always thought you were a good daddy. the one that would never do anything to make mummy suffer. but i was wrong now wasnt i? you took all the money in the account. mummy was blur. she loved you too much to even open her eyes. she trusted you with all her heart. yet you betrayed her. you took all the money. without even telling her. then when you were gone. mummy was told that the account got closed 2 years ago. mummy needed to raise us you know. and you still left her with debts to clear. maybe i hate you now. i really dont know. daddy, i know you wont see this. but everytime i think about it. i cry. mummy's been through so much. and she didnt tell us. you put her through all this. i'm crying more than bathtubs full now. it's all cos of you. i always thought i had the perfect daddy. the one that would love his wife and his kids. and support us along the way. i know you did. but you loved gambling just as much. why couldnt you just drink or something just like other people. you had to gamble. and make mummy suffer so much.

now i dont know who i love more. i wish i had different parents. i wish i wasnt even born.


9:34 PM

Lorraine


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