Wednesday, June 09, 2010 @ 1:50 PM
The Sight of Pain, the Sign of Hate
A mother, knowing that her child is already out of parental control, decides to make the final decision for her kid, to entrust her child’s future to the hands of authority. The authority; the home; was a no return ticket to hopes and dreams. The child’s upbringing; when once decided to be placed into the forbidden island; its either he or she will change for good or for worst.
A simple mistake that could be resolved within the family, yet the mother knows that resolving would not solve the issue due to the severity of the problem. Looking into the fragile lady’s eyes when she said “yes”, I could see that she had think through the matter a lot of times. Yet, the lady’s friend, whom was also a mother, knows the pain of letting your child to enter to a world of no return.
Both mothers broke down. No decision could be made. However, from that moment, it is difficult to understand how painful it could be when seeing your own blood and soul taking the wrong path in their life, being lead astray. I feel the pain for both of them but sadly, I could only enforce what’s right for me to do. I was definitely speechless and helpless but… that could be the only way to help the family to solve the current issue.
Another was a Dad whom hit his child so badly that the child was injured. From my point of view, it was quite serious but to be detailed, it was still alright. When asked about how it happened, it was just a simple argument that resulted to the conflict. No one in the family wish to talk about the matter and it seemed that it was just a common thing happening within the family.
In my mind, I thought of Dad, thought of what would happen to me if he gives me such a whacking. It makes me feel sick when images flown past my mind. It makes me angry when the frustrations could be felt even though the punishment on me was not real. It urged your inner self to establish that symbol of hate towards your family, towards their doings and attitudes. That hate, was so overwhelming that its hard for me to snap back to reality.
Within a day, I see the painful side of a parent, as well as a child. Every family has their own unique issues to settle and even though we hope to help everyone in every household to solve their problem, sometimes, you will feel the helplessness in you. You also feel for the victims of the incident.
The week of hard work taught me a lot of things. Other than dealing with issues, I got to learn some side tracks of mapping out directions and in search of good food around the area. I may be getting fat in the next few months but I hope to maintain my weight. =X
Oh yeah, Nic is sick. Guess he’s having a ulcer at the throat. It’s his first time and its unbearable. What to do but… bear with it until it recovers. Bad weather, bad schedule for the week, bad in taking care of my health… Thus, the solution? Rest… Damn…
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Day 1: Feel very awful until I recieved the email.Day 2: Feel awful but would smile when reading the new email, thrice.Day 3: ________________________Day 4: ________________________Day5: ________________________Afterwards: Wish face-to-face communication is the best.... =]
