15th May 2005
I was always unfortunate since I was 8 I realized that. I don’t know what I did wrong but I am always the victim on about everything. I admit that I don’t tell most of my life stories to my friends and I apologise for that. I decided to create this page in hope to bring me some comfort and happiness in my near future. This is my story of misery…
4.30pm
It was a fine day like any other but all was the opposite for me. I was shopping in Takashimaya with my cousin Natalie and her parents, Uncle Jo and Aunt Teresa with my own parents and grandmother. We were shopping around and it was getting late, my mother was going to do her facial so I had the choice of leaving with my grandmother or returning home with my father. I choose neither as I wanted to spend more time with my cousin whom I do not meet with often. My grandmother said it was late and Takashimaya is far from home and that I should go to her house as my mother is doing her facial near there. So, I agreed. Before we left, my father gave my grandmother a piercing stare, she returned the stare twice greater than my father. I decided to ignore their silly staring equivalent to a ferocious argument. I then led my grandmother to the humid taxi stand 3 floors above.
5.15pm-6.45pm
I stayed at my grandmother’s house oblivious to the constant ringing of my phone with a pig cover. My phone was in my bag so it was hard to hear the soft ringing of my phone. I continued reading y comic book “tsubasa” which I bought in Kinokuniya at Taka. I also watched some Chinese series about a pair of twins who were separated from each other called “qian jin bai fen bai”. I still did not hear the calls my father made. My grandmother saw the flickering lights in my bag and she told me to check my phone to whom just called me. I did what she told me to and I had several missed calls by my father and sms such as ‘Who is yr family and yr home? Don’t take for granted let me remind u again ok’ and ‘Do u have a father or maybe he is dead.’. I thought these smses ere absurd and ridiculously childish. My father always had terrible grammer and horrible vocabulary and sometimes it is a task just to try to figure out what he is trying to say. I could tell that he was feeling angry and lonely at home. I thought he wanted me home and I wanna be back to incase anything violent or bad happens but I had to wait for my mother to fetch me back. She would never let me out alone, same for my grandmother. I had no choice but wait for my mother.
7pm
I was in the taxi on my way home taking the usual route I always took. I happen to heard the gentle ringing of my phone in the bag which was on my lap, I was about to answer it when my mother covered my phone and told me to ignore his call. I wanted to heed my mothers advice but I had already missed most of his calls at grandmothers house, feeling relunctant, I answered the phone shakingly.
“Where are you? Are you on your way home?” a gruff voice spoke over the phone.
“ Yes daddy we are in the taxi.” I replied feeling anxious already. I never knew I was so afraid of him.
“Did you get any dinner for me?” he took no hesitation in asking.
“Uhh…..” I looked at my mother asking for her help, pressing the phone onto her right ear.
“Buy food for what? He never bought us dinner the other day!” my mother shouted causing the taxi driver to raise his eyebrow.
Before I could cover up what my mother said, I found the phone dead.
My parents were the type of ‘eye for an eye’ people. It would take a miracle for them to patch up.
I knew right then it was gonna be hell when I reached home.
7.30pm
My mother came and took me home. I knew that my father was going to give me a long lecture on respect and trust even before I stepped into the marble flooring of my 4-room flat. I entered my house and rushed into my bedroom where I felt safe. Thinking about the earlier call was making my spine shiver. I made my way to the bathroom, as I had to wash up and brush my teeth. On my way there, my father was giving me back glances and freaky stares that could make you stop smiling ever again. I feel my smiling habit slowly disappearing already. I then ran into the peach bathroom and locked the sliding door, sighing in relief. I washed my face and brushed my teeth, I took longer then usual as I did not want to go out of the bathroom and face my petty father again. Knowing that is impossible to stay in the bathroom for my life, I unlocked the door and slide it cautiously poking my head out slowly and taking quick turns. Fortunately, my father had already cooked his pasta already and went to his blue room to eat. I heaved another sigh of relieve and went back to my room to get changed to my favourite blue pajamas. My mother told me not to play my Playstation so I used my computer and went to fanfiction as usual interested on any exciting story updates. I still could not shake the feeling that somebody was watching me. I locked my door and continued on my surfing. My mother knocked on the door and I opened it knowing that the sturdy knock was my mothers through intuition. She told me not to lock my door, as my father’s curiosity would arouse. I left my door open after my mother left my room.
Not long after, my father opened my door creaking it. I turned my head to the left and he stared at me with that look again.
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