this makes me wanna go home even more

when he left

will he come back?

i don't know

when will mama be back here?

to protect us?

she's gone forever

will you protect me from his rage?

i will.

why would you bear so much pain for me?

you can just run

and leave me

 

because you're my little brother

and i will look after you forever

An Evening

look, honey

she brought you an umbrella

why?

because you and her

are best friends forever

she got your back 

and you got hers

now that it's raining more than ever

please know that you'll still have each other

you can stay under her umbrella

and whisper whatever you want to hear

and go wherever you want to go

*smiles* 

 

but be sure to get back before the sun set

or your father will get mad

he'd want his little daughter to be home

when he's here, tired and need your affection

*nods*

*kiss*

*waves goodbye*

my life began when....

they have many says

but, for me



my life began when

her soft lips touched my head

when her warmth of eternal love

transferred to me

as soon as

she caught the first sight of me

a frail creature, crying

in the arms of nice strangers



her love, and his love

made me alive

Unspoken Love

when we sat here together
under the maple tree
leaves beneath our feet
clouds above our head

i would look at you
as you chirped happily
and i noticed little things
about you
the deepening wrinkles around your eyes
the whitening strands of your once pitch black hair
the eyes, seasoned, yet fresher than they've ever been

how i appreciate your existence
your strict streak
your annoying kindness
your surprising logic
did not chang after all your past years

i'd very much like to spell
my affection, frequently
but i wasn't taught so
but i wasn't designed to
openly open up myself

so

i stayed there listening, hoping
you would know from my gaze,
or my smiling face
just how much i love you,
dear mama

Awww..... T_T

Pencil: I’m sorry

Eraser: For what? You didn’t do anything wrong.

Pencil: I’m sorry because you get hurt because of me. Whenever I made a mistake, you’re always there to erase it. But as you make my mistakes vanish, you lose a part of yourself. You get smaller and smaller each time.

Eraser: That’s true. But I don’t really mind. You see, I was made to do this. I was made to help you whenever you do something wrong. Even though one day, I know I’ll be gone and you’ll replace me with a new one, I’m actually happy with my job. So please, stop worrying. I hate seeing you sad.

I found this conversation between the pencil and the eraser very inspirational.

Parents are like the eraser whereas their children are the pencil.

They’re always there for their children, cleaning up their mistakes.

Sometimes along the way, they get hurt, and become smaller / older, and eventually pass on.

Though their children will eventually find someone new (spouse), but parents are still happy with what they do for their children, and will always hate seeing their precious ones worrying, or sad.

All my life, I’ve been the pencil.

And it pains me to see the eraser that is my parents getting smaller and smaller each day.

For I know that one day, all that I’m left with would be eraser shavings and memories of what I used to have.