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Pam Ashlyn Cleaire♥
Thursday, October 6, 2011

Don't you agree?
Seems that time pass so fast ,
I have grown up.
Grandparents divorced,
One by one left.
Parents divorce.
Been chased out of the house.
What's next.
Sometimes I feel so invisible in this family.
Or rather a maid.
I m just asking you nicely ,
Don't reply me for the sake of replying me or rather
argue with me like as if my day has been as good.
I have been helping this family don't you think ?
Or am I a jinx to you.
Sick and tired.
I visited grandpa at the hospital knowing
there's not much time left.
with the needle insert into his swollen arm,
the machine attached to his nose for survival purpose ,
him not able to communicate to us and perspiring all over.
not able to tell us his discomfort.
Really is a heart-aching sight.
I had not been a good granddaughter neither any role in this family.
Thoughts of escaping fills my mind.
But what can I do with this timid character of mine?