This guy I know is always saying that I have things easy in life. I guess I do…
My parents are married. They quarrel and all and my dad tells me stuff that he keeps from my mom since my tender age of 15, that’s when he started driving me to school in the morning, coz before that our family couldn’t afford a car, by being his confidante, it now gives me lots of anxiety bout men in general.
But yea, they’re relatively happy.
Everybody in the family is healthy except for my grandmother who had two heart attacks and who bears this grudge against this grand aunt so that I’m worried that she’ll die one day, old and angry with my grandfather as well who just told me today that he coughed blood and TTS called at 10 plus at night to say that it might be TB and they’re worried it might spread which no one told my grandpa until he said tonight that he was so glad that he’s ok now. At which my dad told him that actually his test report isn’t out yet and won’t be out for another two months and I saw my grandpa’s face just drop and I felt so sorry for him.
But yea, everybody’s healthy.
I don’t seem to have to work very hard to do okay in school. Which is true coz I scored high PSLE grades by doing tons of assessment books and tests papers which were in addition to the homework from school that I hated to do and so always hid them and without fail my teachers would call up my mom to complain and then I would fear going to school, always hoping to be sick but never succeeding, when I reach home from school, my mom would cane me and I remember lots of welts and tears that ten years later my mom realized that it could have been considered child abuse.
But yea, I attended top schools.
I could go on but at the end of the day, it boils down to a half full or half empty cup.
“Please sir, may I have some more?” ~Dickens~