Friday, January 23, 2009 @ 5:56 PM
Anyway, he put down the food and went into the kitchen. We just sat there like vegetables, not willing to help him. Advertisement came and my brother got up to help him. They brought out plates, forks and spoons. My sister was sleeping by then, but she got up and went to her room, ignoring the food and continued having fun in Dream Land. My dad and my brother were busy sharing the rice cakes so I just grabbed the dumplings. There were only two, and I ate them all, hahahaha!
Well, after sharing the rice cakes, they joined me at the sofa. We were watching in silence, waiting for the show to start, when my dad suddenly spoke, "Y'all didn't suffer before..." My brother and I exchanged glances and kept quiet. "When we were young, we never had food to eat or any entertainments..." he continued. "There's a secret I've never told y'all before. It's a dark secret, it will scare y'all out of your skin and change your entire life..."
When he mentioned that, a shiver went up my spine. I remained calm outside, but inside, I was thinking, W-what dark secret? My brother started asking questions, "What? Tell me! Tell me! Is it something to do with our late grandfather?" My dad shook his head. "Nah." My brother asked many lame questions non-stop, and finally I asked, "Is one of us not your biological child?" He remained silent. We looked at him, ignoring what Ying Jun is doing with Wen Ya in the screen, and he said, "You guys are creepy." And he walked away.
I was thinking the whole night, What did he meant? Was it me who wasn't his flesh and blood? Am I? I neither have the same features as my dad nor my mum, I was the middle kid, or was it my brother? He's the only boy, and maybe my parents really wanted a boy so they adopted him. Argh! This is killing me!
I fell asleep and the next thing I know, I heard a faint guitar sound playing beside me. I struggled to open one bloodshot eye and saw my dad beside me. As I have two beds, and I don't know why, he slept on the other bed with all my storybooks piling beneath him. The song kept playing and playing, no, I wasn't dreaming, and I saw his cell on my bedside table. I'm not sure why I was so irritated, I shouted at him, and I clicked off the phone.
I sensed my dad was, like err...kinda sad---don't ask me why---and he got up and left. I felt bad anyway, because maybe I wasn't his biological daughter and I shouldn't treat him like this, but appreciate him because there's someone who's willing to adopt me. Ugh, what am I thinking about! I hope he'll tell me what's going on in the future because I'm dying to know...
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