As We Stand in the Rain
For all I know, parents are our first teacher. We grow, knowing we love them.
But I grew up, feeling nothing for his paternal love. A father guides his young, support them, and teach them to be a better person for their future. But I can never see it in him.
I once remember him saying "A father should be a good example to his children or else God will punish him." And up until now, I still believe in this for he failed to be a role model to us.
After his behavior for the past year, look what happened to me. I had my first drink at the age of 12. I started cursing at the age of 10. And now, I'm 13, feeling rebellious of everything, isolating myself in this unfinished wall and would break down whenever I tell this silly predicament.
Inspirational videos can be teary, making me realize the fool I've created within me, but I know this feelings won't last for there's always someone who blocks it.
My father. He's worse than a teenager. I grow up knowing that when you enter this commitment, you should present yourself with your behalf. But what happened? This very evening, with just an irresponsible IM, he and my mom had a fight again. At first, I think it just their normal ones, but I stood corrected.
I thought running away from troubles would be safe, but then I was wrong. As we rode a cab, nothing had stopped us. No one had stopped us.
Even him.
I really hate his total existence. But I can never change the fact that he's still my father.
But I grew up, feeling nothing for his paternal love. A father guides his young, support them, and teach them to be a better person for their future. But I can never see it in him.
I once remember him saying "A father should be a good example to his children or else God will punish him." And up until now, I still believe in this for he failed to be a role model to us.
After his behavior for the past year, look what happened to me. I had my first drink at the age of 12. I started cursing at the age of 10. And now, I'm 13, feeling rebellious of everything, isolating myself in this unfinished wall and would break down whenever I tell this silly predicament.
Inspirational videos can be teary, making me realize the fool I've created within me, but I know this feelings won't last for there's always someone who blocks it.
My father. He's worse than a teenager. I grow up knowing that when you enter this commitment, you should present yourself with your behalf. But what happened? This very evening, with just an irresponsible IM, he and my mom had a fight again. At first, I think it just their normal ones, but I stood corrected.
I thought running away from troubles would be safe, but then I was wrong. As we rode a cab, nothing had stopped us. No one had stopped us.
Even him.
I really hate his total existence. But I can never change the fact that he's still my father.