Monday, December 13, 2010
A house is not a home…
A house is only a structure and a home is where you can say that there are people inside a house where you can always say you are being loved and cherished.
A house can have people inside, but you may feel that there are people alright but they don’t care for you.
We may have different trials in life, but the one place where I grew up and born at isn’t even my home…
At first I thought it was really a home, since this is the place where I grew up and all my childhood memories remains here in the walls here in our house…
Later did I know as I grew up and meet new people, whenever I got entertained to different houses to finish group projects we need to accomplish for us to be able to go unto the next step and even friends’ house who likes my company… later did I know, the real experience of having a home is not really in your own … hey we got different experiences ok? This is my experiences…I hope you can relate it and put yourself in my shoes…so moving on, some parents treated me like their own daughter, I was really happy and really felt that they love me. It was really priceless…
I guess, every person is really different... Even your own parents… even how parents treat their own children… I guess, great gaps of your siblings really differs from how parents treat their own children…
gee, my gap to my siblings is like 9years to -16years. And those guys only differ from about a 2 and a 3. It is really one of the factor that my siblings can speak up to my parents, and the difference is when I am speaking up my right and my thoughts, I am being wronged all the time... Like, give me the benefit of the doubt for Pete’s sake… It is hard living alone now with my mom who grew up in china who doesn’t practice democracy and freedom of speech… I just love Philippines… I didn’t say I hate china, but, like hello we children’s are suffering when your parents is old and grew up in a communist country. My dearest cousin usually tells me, “That’s how she grew up, from their time, they cannot speak their right to their parents… so she is doing these things to you what their parents had did to them… Surely your mom doesn’t even know how to accept feedbacks and she doesn’t understand what we have today in our society”. Look my dearest cousin is an immigrant from china, look how she thinks... totally different from the old generations… Sometimes, I just wish to tell my parents, can you just now criticize and compare me? I live in a different life from you guys and this is a new generation now… Can you not understand that?
Well whew, that’s life… it is so hard…
Experiencing painful sorrows in the house I am living in today…
God what is your purpose? Can You give me your wisdom on how I will have to deal with it everyday?
Thank you so much!
Thank you for the time reading this... :)
Yeah, I know it is hard to read something like this…
But I know somewhere out there, I am not alone :)
A house is only a structure and a home is where you can say that there are people inside a house where you can always say you are being loved and cherished.
A house can have people inside, but you may feel that there are people alright but they don’t care for you.
We may have different trials in life, but the one place where I grew up and born at isn’t even my home…
At first I thought it was really a home, since this is the place where I grew up and all my childhood memories remains here in the walls here in our house…
Later did I know as I grew up and meet new people, whenever I got entertained to different houses to finish group projects we need to accomplish for us to be able to go unto the next step and even friends’ house who likes my company… later did I know, the real experience of having a home is not really in your own … hey we got different experiences ok? This is my experiences…I hope you can relate it and put yourself in my shoes…so moving on, some parents treated me like their own daughter, I was really happy and really felt that they love me. It was really priceless…
I guess, every person is really different... Even your own parents… even how parents treat their own children… I guess, great gaps of your siblings really differs from how parents treat their own children…
gee, my gap to my siblings is like 9years to -16years. And those guys only differ from about a 2 and a 3. It is really one of the factor that my siblings can speak up to my parents, and the difference is when I am speaking up my right and my thoughts, I am being wronged all the time... Like, give me the benefit of the doubt for Pete’s sake… It is hard living alone now with my mom who grew up in china who doesn’t practice democracy and freedom of speech… I just love Philippines… I didn’t say I hate china, but, like hello we children’s are suffering when your parents is old and grew up in a communist country. My dearest cousin usually tells me, “That’s how she grew up, from their time, they cannot speak their right to their parents… so she is doing these things to you what their parents had did to them… Surely your mom doesn’t even know how to accept feedbacks and she doesn’t understand what we have today in our society”. Look my dearest cousin is an immigrant from china, look how she thinks... totally different from the old generations… Sometimes, I just wish to tell my parents, can you just now criticize and compare me? I live in a different life from you guys and this is a new generation now… Can you not understand that?
Well whew, that’s life… it is so hard…
Experiencing painful sorrows in the house I am living in today…
God what is your purpose? Can You give me your wisdom on how I will have to deal with it everyday?
Thank you so much!
Thank you for the time reading this... :)
Yeah, I know it is hard to read something like this…
But I know somewhere out there, I am not alone :)
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