thinking back on my childhood memories when i was still a kid..i miss those carefree days where as a family, we would go out every weekend to play, watch tv as a family in my parents room till i fell alseep and my parents would carry me back to my room...i would run to my parents room to cuddle with them everytime i had a nightmare...every time i felt sick, they would care and nurse me to recovery..once, i ran high fever, i imagined my father being a monster and did not want him to come near me, while mum then sponged me with ice the whole night...they would stand up for me and even went down to complain when my sch teachers beat and ill-treated students..despite those times when i had disappointed them when they trusted me so much..they were always there to guide me and are always so supportive of wat i do..because of all these..i tell myself never to giv up..to stay strong because they believe in me much more then i believe in myself..because of these, i have learnt to cherish every little thing..for greeting mi when i get home and askin how was the day..for every single meal prepared to my liking..for all the support and encouragement..
thankyou for these 17 years =D spoke at : 8:23 PM