My mom asked me if there is something I need to tell before my debut last year. There are a lot of things I haven’t said to my mom yet I remained quite. She started to tell stories about her teenage years and how was the struggle living at someone else house just to be near at her school. I knew how the story would go. Before I notice, tears are already running down my eyes. And so I release some issue that happen when I was still much younger.
It was like a nightmare to remember.
She was terrified. She yelled. She was crying. I did not know how to respond with her reaction.
I had to face someone who wronged me. I had to agree to talk to him. I was sweating coldly. I am facing at a mirror as I talked to him through phone. He said he was sorry but he did not admit what he did. It hit me hard. It was like stabbing my heart with a needle, repeatedly. He said he could not sleep because he was thinking about the issue. I said “ It is your conscience that hunts you every night. But if you admit it and also forgive yourself for what you have done then after we would not like to encounter you ever again”.
Now I always avoid the taught of this topic. This has been the struggle I am surviving and I will survived. I may have live a bitter and dark pass but I will make sure to have a bright tomorrow.