The Min girls
A month later, I finally decided to tell my mom the reason to why I am the way I am. I guess it never crossed my mind that she could’ve experienced the same thing. She knows me a lot more than I thought. We ended up sitting in the parking lot of our destination crying as she told me about her life at around my age. It’s pretty remarkable how alike our stories are. I guess I regret not telling her any sooner, cause the voice I thought I wanted to hear, is nothing compared to the one I sat listening to for an hour. Everything I told her, she was able to relate with a similar story of her own. She could feel how hurt I am from what she felt before. My mom and my sister are my biggest support systems. I was told not to go to my sister for any of my problems cause all she’ll do is yell at me for being stupid. But that just because of our clashing personalities. But the other day, I was finally able to comfortably tell her how I’m feeling. She actually listened and gave me her view without the usual cut off at 20 seconds and “are you just telling me this so I can get mad at you?” I ended up understanding myself a lot more, when everyone else really just made me more confused. So with a final couple sentences, I made it clear what i wanted. Really can’t thank my family enough. Can’t help but feel sorry that I never thought about going to them for my problems either. They’re really the only two people at this point who I know will always be there for me. I love them to death.
