Melancholy

What doesn't kill you makes you stronger. That's what I believe in. If you still remember, I did depict my childhood as 'short and sweet'. "WHY is it short? 18 years is a long journey", you'd say. As a matter of fact, it was. But I had expurgated the dark and twisted memories of my childhood. Dark and twisted! I admitted that my pasts weren't that promising. But that what made me today. Now, in the present, I am stronger.

When I was nine..., my parents got divorced. I didn't know much about the matter because I lived with Grandma. Mom did tell my sister and I that she were going to KL, but she didn't tell us why. And we weren't dare to ask her as she was ferocious back then. What I knew was, she didn't return back for years. I missed her somehow, but time flew by very quickly. In the blink of an eye, Dad brought us a new Mom.

Only GOD knows how I despised her! I guessed she was a psycho. All of my parents' marriage portraits were cut into pieces! Luckily, I managed to save some from the witch. She wasn't the only step Mom that I had. The latter are better than the former ones, though. Dad seemed to 'attract' the women by his X-factor. I was certain that it was his money. Although Dad wasn't really there for us, we knew that he was the one who always looked after our financial needs.


Ever since they were separated, New Year wasn't as jolly and prosperous anymore for me. My childhood was haunted by the same question over again. Many relatives would constantly ask for Mom. I was stressed out, and I usually stayed (read: hid) in my bedroom till they left. It didn't last long. They were growing bore of asking, I think. My friends and people around us weren't supportive either. I used to hear them mocking my dysfunctional family. They said we would flunk in our life.

"Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid or terrified because of them, for the LORD your God goes with you; He will NEVER leave you nor forsake you."
Deuteronomy 31:6

I prove them wrong. Despite the domestic turmoils, I strove to find my strength. I would burn the midnight oil just to make sure in the future, people wouldn't give the same disgust look anymore. GOD granted my endless efforts. I scored straight As for PMR and SPM. The extended family of Teo was dumbfounded, so did the society.

Sometimes, I personally think that it's better for them to split-up. I couldn't afford to witness ugly fights like everyday. I know that I deserved to get mad at my parents, but I choose to forgive instead. Besides, it's no use crying over spilt milk. I always believed that things happen for a reason, and it's true enough. Their breaking up led me to know the great people in my life who would give their love and care, unconditionally. How many of you truly know your Grandma, Uncles and Aunties, by the way?