(In the living room)
: Your dad and I are taking this dietary supplement recently.
I bought it with the money you gave me.
: That's good. You and dad should take more care about your health.
What about the share from Johnny? What did you buy with that money?
: He didn't give me.
: (Unsurprisingly) Oh? Why?
: He can barely pay his own bills. Don't be that cruel.
You are his older sister; don't be fussy about it.
: ..........
Since I was little, you always told me that I have to take care of my brother.
I ought to yield to him and he is my responsibility because I am the older one.
I must set a good example for him and such things like that bla bla bla....
So most of the time I put my needs at the second place to satisfy the damn
anticipation.
You know what? I don't care for the money.
I am not even interested in how you using that.
Equity is what I care about.
He is an adult as well as a soldier now.
He need to be responsible for his own life.
You can't spoil him and put the education work on me.
I don't buy that. HE IS YOUR SON.
So let me put it another way: You are my parent. You should comfort me.
How does that sound?
I matter. My feelings matter.
While I am typing this diary, he goes downstairs with a lady behind him.
That is your good boy, who brings his booty call home.
(Sigh.)
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On avance au fil du temps, au gré du vent.
On vit au jour le jour nos envies, nos amours on s'en va sans savoir.
C'est toujours dans la même histoire......
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