So, 4 years ago, I lost my father to an earthquake. It wasn’t the worst day of my life, to be completely honest, not because I didn’t love him, but I just couldn’t believe it and till this day, this is still surreal. It was just too much. I was numb, I couldn’t feel anything. I shed exactly one tear, then I did something that felt like moving on, but every time I reminisced, I realized I wasn’t over it, and I might never be. To this day, I put in action to make him proud, and sometimes, I wish I could talk to him.
My father had flaws, flaws people around me seem to remember. I feel like they have forgotten his good deeds. I haven’t. And one of the few words that I live by and make me who I am today, were his words, and I found that out either last year, or the year before that.
“Stop. Don’t you see she doesn’t care? You’re the only, looking like a fool. You want her to come over, and she doesn’t. You need to stop caring for people who don’t care for you” I was angry at those words till I realized. People don’t always care. Why give them your everything if they are giving the strict minimum?
“School, Family and then the rest.” Because family is just blood sometimes.
Don’t get it twisted. Family is important. But if they are destroying you, put your own success before them
It might not look like a lot, and in words it’s not. But I know what they mean to me.