Another Day

cayde's picture

Three chic flicks and three exams later, I am emotionally drained. Now I am feeling like a child trying to find its feet, the plus side is I didn't get to go the orientation and fresher's ball. The same old lunch ladies still dispense the advice (relavent and irrelavent), the same old security officers would still wake me if I fell asleep. I guess this is one of the few summer that I do actually know what I am doing.

Weekends are now reserved for family; I became the sole carer for my grandfather. Papi only needs help in a large place like at Morrison's market and at the church. I do sometimes still complain to my roommate that I am missing Friday & Saturday nights. But I wouldn't dare bringing this up to my grandfather or my parents. I love clubnight, but I don't think I miss being promiscous that much.

I think I am sounding like I am recently widowed. I always thought I don't actually care enough my family. I think visting my grandfather everyday in hospital had given some sorta mixed blessing. It did test my loyalty and affection toward my family. I am feeling less embraressed about telling how I love my family especially in public and about displaying affection in public. We are a maturing/matured family, so we have less and time together as family. I am hoping that situation would be better for me to have sometimes alone to go out and to be with my friends.


Sunny Rays's picture

Hmm. Chick flicks will do tha

Hmm. Chick flicks will do that to you.

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