i never really thought of it before.but before? i admit. i was horrible. i treated boys like objects, girls were bitches, and my parents were hell. i listened to no one, and i was lacking morals.
one day, everything changed.when i went to vietnam in 8th grade, i didn’t plan on dating. but…there was a freakishly cute guy. and he liked me. he had charm, and looks. so i guess i fell for it. i shouldn’t have though because he was much older than me. i didn’t mind though. i snuck out to see him. once we had to baby sit our brother together and i thought he was the
cutest thing ever. i met his family, and they seemed to like me. it was all fun and games. one day, me and my cousin snuck out to see our boyfriends while my brother was in another city buying some video games. when he came back, he went out to look for us. he went to the ice cream parlor, the markets, everywhere. as he was going, he went through the construction area with my other cousin on the back of his bike. he hit a pipe and the bike flew. along with his toenail. he came home, crying. he’s never been so hurt. the whole toenail flew off. blood was everywhere. my dad was furious. he said "i told you so." and ignored my brother for "lack of judgement." that night, we took him to the hospital to remove the toe and have it disinfected. during the whole time, he was crying. we tried to make him laugh but didn’t succeed. after that, my brother only got sadder. a few weeks later, his puppy was run over by a motorcycle while we were visiting some of my mom’s family. he spent all his time, crying, yearning for something good to happen. this was when i realized things were not all about me. i stopped seeing my boyfriend. i wanted HIM to go see me. the day before i went back to america, he "ran" to the airport to say his goodbyes. but i didn’t see him. i didn’t cry though, so i guess he wasn’t that important to me. that was the last of him. but my brother stayed by my side. this was when i learned to cherish family, love them.
from that day on, it has been my mission to become a better person.
i am proud to say that i am slowly reaching that goal. slowly, yet effectively.
Some people might deny this, but if you’ve known me back then, you’d see what i’m talking about. that is all. the story still continues.