Foolish, Pest, Dull. Those are just the few words in which my family specially my father has been describing me this past few years. Don’t they feel that I am a living thing. I am not dumb for me not to take this seriously. Don’t they realize that I am a living thing which has feelings and heart which can be broken into pieces.
Some people say, ‘You’re really a lucky person’. But they don’t know how I suffered in this family. Most of our neighbors think that I am always wrong, but how come they judge me without even knowing what the real story is.
My mother, father, even my brother says that I am truly useless. They are telling me that they are just wasting the precious money which my family have.
Till when will they realize that I am not worthless, maybe when it’s already too late, just like what others’ said. ‘Y