A year ago
I am in no shape to give a piece of myself right now so I guess this is more of a breather.
Exactly a year ago, I woke up to my mom crying. She told me that my dad had an affair and that I have 13-year-old sister.
I was shocked and it hurt.
That day I was also supposed to meet Andrei to post-celebrate his birthday as we were both busy with school. It was good because I really want to be away from home that time.
We were at Tokyo Tokyo to eat ramen, I couldn't bring myself to tell Andrei the news without breaking in front of him. I was silent on the first few minutes we were together. When he got back from the counter and told me that the ramen I want was not available, I began to cry. He did not know what to do and could not figure out why I was crying over ramen, but I could not speak while I was sobbing. He assured me we will look for ramen somewhere and I laughed.
To this day, a year later, I still find it very funny.
I later then told him the news, I couldn't remember all the things we did that day but I remember him holding my hand tight.
Wow. It's been a year. And a lot has changed. A week after that happened, Andrei and I got into a huge and messy fight that ended us. We did not speak to each other for a very long time bearing the bruises of each other's words.
Time took a while to do its magic-- healing.
Nothing has changed but we had learned to accept my dad's mistake. And I finally have a sister I am still yet to meet. Mom's still learning to be fully okay with it little by little.
And just this month, 3 days after Andrei's birthday, I decided to greet him although it was late. After a year of not seeing each other and months of not talking, we finally gave each other the apology we did not get last year. The spark was not there anymore but it was nice to have a good laugh with him at the silly things we used to do and catch up on each other.
Nothing is better on my situation now, but I am learning to accept the things I cannot change. And that's a big deal and a break through.
Exactly a year ago, I woke up to my mom crying. She told me that my dad had an affair and that I have 13-year-old sister.
I was shocked and it hurt.
That day I was also supposed to meet Andrei to post-celebrate his birthday as we were both busy with school. It was good because I really want to be away from home that time.
We were at Tokyo Tokyo to eat ramen, I couldn't bring myself to tell Andrei the news without breaking in front of him. I was silent on the first few minutes we were together. When he got back from the counter and told me that the ramen I want was not available, I began to cry. He did not know what to do and could not figure out why I was crying over ramen, but I could not speak while I was sobbing. He assured me we will look for ramen somewhere and I laughed.
To this day, a year later, I still find it very funny.
I later then told him the news, I couldn't remember all the things we did that day but I remember him holding my hand tight.
Wow. It's been a year. And a lot has changed. A week after that happened, Andrei and I got into a huge and messy fight that ended us. We did not speak to each other for a very long time bearing the bruises of each other's words.
Time took a while to do its magic-- healing.
Nothing has changed but we had learned to accept my dad's mistake. And I finally have a sister I am still yet to meet. Mom's still learning to be fully okay with it little by little.
And just this month, 3 days after Andrei's birthday, I decided to greet him although it was late. After a year of not seeing each other and months of not talking, we finally gave each other the apology we did not get last year. The spark was not there anymore but it was nice to have a good laugh with him at the silly things we used to do and catch up on each other.
Nothing is better on my situation now, but I am learning to accept the things I cannot change. And that's a big deal and a break through.
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