For everytime I hear of ppl w troubled family. I thank Allah I haf a better one. For everytym I hear a child being ill treated by the parents, I thank Allah for having u both in my lyf. For everytym I hear my fwens tel me of their broken family, I thank Allah I still haf mine. But I always seem t haf fingers pointing at me for being the worst, wen I try to b my best. Im nvr a gud enuf daughter for u.. For neither of u.. Im always the worst. No matter how I try. I fail. I fail terribly. I nvr succed in maakin u hapi or proud. Nth has evr been enuf. Nvr gud enuf.
I stil rmbr clearly d hapiest day of my pri sch yrs. Was hapily holdin my cert scoring 3 As & a B, ranking 2nd in class. Hapily went ovr t d kitchen while u wer doing the laundry and telin u of my results. I tot ur gna b hapi fr me. I tot ud b proud of me. Instead u said, “alah. markah kau ni cukop makan aje. kakak kau dapat 2 A aje pon aggregate lagi tinggi dari kau”
How cud u say tt??? Ive done my best. I score an A for math! Which I failed during prelim.. I ranked 2nd in class. Does it not mean a thing to u??? IT MENT EVERYTHING TO ME!! As lazy as I wud always be.. I ranked 2nd in class!!! That was the happiest moment.. And all u did was to compare me t ur fav daughter????
Not even a “congratz! u passed!!”
NO!
Ive nvr rcvd words of encouragement frm u.. Nvr..
Ive always wanted t b d best. Bt nth is evr gud enuf fr u.
No point of hating u.. Ur stil my flesh & blood.
Idk wat t.do anymore. Nth hs evr been gud enuf fr u. Idk wat else u wan frm me…








