Jerrah P.

Rama
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W H O A R E M Y
P A R E N T S ?

A house full of lies, agony, and disgrace. A never-ending noise. Every day is a matter of
survival. Either you go with it, or you drown with it. Well, I drown. A parentless child who once
experience to have an amazing father. He likes to tell stories, every single night, he wants everyone to be
around as he tells his lies. He is fit, he loves exercising and my mom would be the punching bag. He is an
angel in the morning and monster at night. He is a happy guy who kiss the ass of rich people so he can
stole money and buy hid drugs. He’s a little selfish as he doesn’t share his drink to anyone just to be an
alcoholic. A person who is educational enough in pretending of having a degree. A handsome man who
married two woman and have multiple woman to kiss at roads. They said that my personality is similar to
him, but I beg to disagree. I will never be a man who wants nothing but pleasure. It’s a shame that he is
the only person who I look up to the most but the first man who broke my heart. It’s a shame that he is
my Father.

How about she who do the laundry? She who never talks. She who is okay with almost everything. She
who was hurt but never fights. She who will do everything for the love of her life. She is indeed a martyr.
She is soft spoken to the point that he won’t speak for the abused he got from his husband or look for
help as her husband beats her to death. She, who chooses to serve her husband and his mistress right after
she gave birth to satisfy the love of his life. She is to brave to love, but too weak to fight. She, who make
a man, her world, and make her kids, nothing. The person who made me believe that she is “mom”, but
never became like it.