My thoughts

It was my birthday two days ago. Of course, no one knew except my godfather and mother because I kept it the secret. I did not know why I rather feel uncomfortable in telling everyone about my birthday. My godfather was the first person to wish me happy birthday. Naturally, I was not surprised as my godmother (That is my godfather's wife.) was also having the birthday on the same day as mine. Lastly, my mother bought the cake and gave me the red packet of money. Although she was nice and gave me those things, I was not really happy because I saw how big our gap is. Our gap is so big that I cannot be sure when it will close. She did not know that I did not like the chocolate cake but rather dark chocolate one. For my father, of course, he did not know because we never celebrate our occassions at home. Not even one since my birth.

What went wrong with my family? If my parents had not fought over the matter of money, would I be here? If my grandparents had been wise and did not object against my aunt, my aunt would never suffer mental illness. By then, would I be happy child now? I wish that the Lord would be here and talk to me as my friend and brother because I was not well trained in my speech. No one except the Lord understands me. Although I started talking to my mother now, I felt that she did not understand me completely like my father.