survivor

you cursed me when i was little.
you waged war simply to everything i set my sails upon. you said i wasn't good enough. that i can't make it. and somehow you succeeded in persuading me to abandon my self-belief. you loved her. hated me. like i had the genetic pool you so despised of having. i was good and she was better. she was great, i was just fine. she shared the bond while i gave you the bricks to build the wall. i was the villain. the bitchy evil sister. yes, you hated me. but i never gave up on loving you. and like the girl i have always been, i held all the hatred down. what made it harder was the fact that i cannot battle against you. because for all certainty, i know i'd lose.
i knew you had your reasons. i had only one: you are still my granma and my granpa. the greatest duo. and i, will always be your apo. will always be.
now, you bring me 16 years ago and slap to my face how you fed me on bottles of gerber and clothed me with signature baby clothes. but they're material and they really don't suffice to anything in the past. you were an uncontrollable force. and every visit to your place was like summer camp for silent rebels. i wanted to prove you wrong. that i can still satisfy my passions and madnesses without you pulling me down.
now, i bring you to the present.
look at where your curses have brought me to.
hmmmm..
i succeeded all the way, didn't i?

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i love you still.
bow.
hehe ;)