i cannot. the thought of the younger days while walking along pasarmalam just bring tears into my eyes.
still remember how me and sis fought over a $5 note and tore it. just because we wanted to buy a tweety bird mirror comb thingey.
come to think of it, i was really wilful when i was younger, crying and whining to get what i want. the portable scooter, just because my childhood playmate has it, i want it too. how much you have slogged to bring us up. though mom always complain you only care about uncle’s family, i know you care for us too, i am sure.
now that i have grow up and started working, i understand how mentally tiring is it to work (and i am only sitting in the office). you are always out under the hot sun, or even stormy days. but what i do when i was a kid was just to spend your hard earned money on my own luxury and useless things. i really really feel bad now, but everything is too late. there is no more chance to repay all the money you have spend on me for 19 years of my life.
though i always think you loved sis more, i still want to be your daughter in my next life. will i have the chance to repay you?
gotta stop here. my tears cant stop flowing, and i am at work. nobody must see me crying.