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Thursday, 8 January 2015

Welcome to my blog. My name is Jeong Tsubaki. I have a best friend, plenty of friends, a house big enough for my family to live in, a good family, lovable parents, lovely beautiful sisters, good food and pretty clothes to wear, a cute, kind niece and a playful and fun nephew. 

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All my life, I have been holding back my feelings of hatred towards my father's younger brother. Once, he and his wife, my auntie, had a fight with my grandparents. The cause is my auntie's greed. They sold my grandparents' house with an excuse my crippled grandfather would be easier to go to the hospital without using stairs(my grandparents' house has stairs). When my grandmother told my grandfather, he cried. I even tried reasoning but all they said is, "CHILDREN SHOULD NOT INTERFERE WITH ADULTS' BUSINESS." Oh, then is selling the house the whole family loved the most including me, NOT CHILDREN'S BUSINESS?!THIS IS FAMILY BUSINESS AND I AM YOUR BROTHER'S DAUGHTER.

In my whole 12 years(well, on holidays), I've lived in that house. And I loved it. It has a backyard fit to play in, a chicken hen to have fun "stealing" eggs from the hens when they're not looking, a large dog kennel with 3 beautiful dogs. My reasons never seem to get to them, even when my parents backed me up, nothing seem to move their minds at all. At that night, as usual, my grandmother read me stories to bed. When I faked sleep, I can hear my poor grandmother crying softly. Then,she left the bedroom, my sisters, along with me realized we were awake and cried ourselves to bed. 

So, now, I am pouring my heart out in this post. Just thinking of the old house made me cry. Now, a family who DIRTIED the house, is my number one target of hatred. 

THANK YOU FOR VISITING MY BLOG. HOPE YOU FEEL HOW I FEEL IN THIS POST.