Amylia Ennalyna

please ?.

Sunday, April 5, 2009

Something's not right. I have instincts to guide me, yes, something's not right with my parents. I love my mama, I really do. I care for my mama, I really do. I often put my mama first, I really do. I love my mama dearly,I really do. Hence, where's my love for my papa ?
I don't know.
Papa has been having an affair outside. I'm surprised, he didn't repent from his past experiences. This isn't the first time, it's the second. For the first, Papa was caught red-handed. Mama was crushed, she threatened of a divorce. But she knew, she had children to care. Mama may seem nonchalant each time Sister&I talked about you&your affair. Hands on, she's dying inside. Papa, do you care ?
I don't know.
You simultaneously lied to Mama, but she often said, " forget it " . I can't, Papa, I can't. Sooner or later, I just wish I could rant right at you. But, that's, disrepectful. As days passed, my aversion develops. Papa, I don't want to abhor you, it'll never happen. No child abhors their parents. I'm bounderish towards you nowadays, you've noticed. You express your resentment by kvetching to Mama, have you ever thought why ?
I don't know.
Papa, I really love Mama, alot. Regardless of every lectures&hitting, I love my mama. She revealed me to a whole new level, &she guided me regardless of all the hard labours I gave to her. Mama suffered alot, any other's, their just redundant. I hope you're reading this, Papa. Fat hopes, you won't. Please, quit hurting Mama, Papa. I love you, Papa, just not as much as I love Mama. Please, repent, Papa. I'm not requesting of you to do so, I'm begging.