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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1 comments:
I absolutely understand how you feel.^^
But that's a fact. so many asian parents grew up like that, got beaten up by their parents, had to listened whatever they told them, didn't had the right to tell their parents their own opinion
Since I was 8 years old I lived with my mother alone. And she also had a pitiful childhood, but she learned it that way, so she also treated me the same.. at the beginning I hated her so much, but now i realize,that she IS my mom. no matter what, i love her. even though we had/have hard times and I had to grew up so fast I LOVE HER
sometimes i thought HOW is a person able to do something cruel and painful like that to her/his own daughter? i wouldn't even treat a dog like this, but i have to keep in mind , that she thinks that its the best for me..even though it isn't. but she was used to this methode. so we went trough so much painship in the last 8 years.now i have to 2 years till i am 18 .then i wont be underage anymore and can live on my own.. but until that. i wanna show my mom HOW MUCH i love her..by treating her good. so that she can understand how I feel.. step by step.
please just think of it that way
but anyway. i wish you good luck by tryin to solve your problems. i hope there will be a solution soon.
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