There was a time in my life where things were so difficult.
It all started when dad passed
away.
He wasn't the best dad or husband
for my mom, and he never tried to be. But as terrible as he was, I've never
once wished him to die. Maybe an aggressive kick on his bum to let him taste
his own medicine.
I didn't cry when I saw him lying
dead with the dirty olive drab t-shirt on, but I didn't go to his funeral
either. I don't know how to say this without sounding like a psychopath, but a
part of me felt relieved when I found that he was no longer breathing.
But it turned out, as useless as
I thought he was, our lives went so drastically down ever since he's gone. To
the point where we kept moving places because we couldn't pay the rent.
Then somebody came into my life and
slowly helped me climb out of the hole of poverty, and I can't thank God
enough for sent him my way.
I remembered one night
when I couldn't even afford food and he said something that broke me in the most beautiful way. I cried myself to sleep that night.
"When we're together in the future, I will never let you go to
bed starving."
Bet he had no idea how much that meant to me.
I turned 22 early this month. Life has been treating me funny, and work has been so challenging. Well, at least I've put myself together and I have dreams now. And a baby.
Her name is Kat.
When people think I'm not
creative and too lazy to think of a better name (which is true), I'd lie that
it's shorten for Katty.
She’s a clingy little cute loaf
that has way too much energy.
Sometimes I get mad at her for climbing my leg using her claws and biting my toes when I’m sleeping. But then I’d immediately apologize to her because she’s just a cat.
