Thursday, April 1, 2010 @ 1:04 AM
De javu.
Not exactly De javu, but the same scenario is happening over again. On the same bed, leaning against the wall with my laptop on my laps, across me is my dad, legs stretched across resting on the study table, using the desktop.
For a moment, i took a glance at what my dad is doing, there he is, staring into one of the picture which he double clicked on from "My Pictures". It was the photo of Joey taken in the aquarium back then at Wisma, which i scanned into the desktop for her. As i was looking at Dad staring at the picture for a long time, our minds seems to connect together. Suddenly, tears filled my eyes, flashbacks of the good old times where our family went to turf city to have a sumptuous dinner together. Back then, Mum would hold Dad's hand and walk together, Joey was a cute little girl then, who would never talk back to me at all, and me, always walked with such pride and happiness because i knew I'm in for a feast .
Flashbacks of times when Joey/Baby talked to Dad came to my mind, the way,the attitude, the tone, the body language was totally rude and disrespectful for a child towards a adult, worse of all, they are talking to their father. My blood always boils instantly when my sisters do these kind of things, especially towards my father, which whenever i think of it, it would produce that adrenaline of hatred towards my Mum, because she didn't teach them the right thing, when she was angry with my Dad, she made my sisters hate him too, something i really hated.
Then again, i really felt like crying, thinking when the times would be back again, whether will it be too late by then if it comes back? I don't know. Sometimes, i really feel so useless.
