I grew up kissing and hugging my parents without any second thoughts.
But as I grew old, we three didn't seem to do it anymore.
Years have passed, and life's trials slowly break us down.
Gradually, our smiles and laughter faded, and only bitterness showed whenever we frowned.
We didn't mind and just kept going on with life.
Trying to survive day by day with strife.
We live together under one roof.
But because of bitterness, we are like strangers—aloof.
I hated my dad, and he clearly hates me.
Day by day, it felt like I was suffocating.
I detest my mom for being a fool.
A fool for money, only being used as a tool.
"Things would've been better if I were gone."
"Things would be better if you weren't here."
"I would've had a greater life if you died."
I was swallowed up by hatred, depression, and negativity.
But even if I was consumed by these things, I still had a heart.
I still loved my dad even if he tore me apart.
Time healed us; maybe that's why that day came.
Where my dad hugged me and called my name.
He told me how sorry he is and how he loved me so much.
That what he is living for is just to give me a life that he and I want.
A life where I could live in peace and not in suffering.
A life where I don't have any financial crises.
Hearts were mended, and wounds were healed.
I finally got to be with my dad after all these years.
But sometimes, reality hits me hard.
Whenever I'm alone and look at pictures of the three of us,
I would cry, and my heart felt like it would pop.
What if you both were dead?
What if I were dead?
Have I said I loved you enough?
Have I kissed you both enough?
Have I hugged you both tightly enough?
Have I already given you a taste of a good life?
Have I already bought you a house you like?
Have I brought you your dream car?
Have I already made you proud?
Only daughter, no other siblings.
The pressure is nerve-wrecking.
There's no one there to ask for help.
What if you both are gone? How will I live?
What will I do if I see you in a casket?
How much of my heart can take everything?
Will loving you both right be already too late?
