I was trying to keep my feelings at bay. But when the invitation landed on my email, I couldn't control it anymore. The family that I thought I belonged to seem to have forgotten that I still do exist. Before writing it down here, I deliberated whether I have the right to be upset or not. And my conclusion remains, yes I have. During my years of working back home, I tried to be good to them. I tried to give them what they needed. The obvious need not be mentioned here. And this time, when I thought I should be part of their big day, I am conveniently forgotten. The worst part is, the newfound family seem to take center stage...I just hope she's really happy...and that the happiness should last.
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