Even reading my own handwritten words doesn't make it any more 'real' to me.
I found these notes in deeply buried in my old magazines.
2004, May 07 - Sitting here in the KTM station, anticipating a good time with Mel. My crazy mother hid the car keys. Mother's Day is approaching and I have no reason to celebrate at all. Yesterday she called 姨妈 Aunty and complained to her in my presence. I tried to snatch the phone but Mother hit me. I should feel comfortable hating her.
Today's first day of work in the kindergarten brought back many memories of my unhappy childhood. The confusion and constant fear. I never knew where I stood in society.
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I wrote the above on route visit to my friend's hometown in Ipoh.
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