under-estimated

Saturday, 10 October 2009

I love you, like that way you love me.

All human beings seem to have a problem, be it a male or a female; a toddler or an elderly. It is that they will always be discontented with whatever they own or have; in other words, we always ask for nothing, but more, more than what we each can possibly take. For the past 7 weeks, I stumbled upon a true story.
And this was what the girl had so very much wanted to say to her mama then… …


Dear Mama

Sometimes there are just so many things that I don’t understand. But I do know one thing for sure, that is Mama works hard for the family, while Papa provides money. Mama’s poor hands are old and wrinkled, from the many years of household chores. Mama has to look after the younger children at home, Mama is really busy.

The comment on folding the clothes was merely meant to as a suggestion, a suggestion to ease and simplify the many ways to fold clothes. If things were standardized, jobs would be much easier and taking less time to complete. Shouldn’t that be a good thing? However, the heartfelt words were taken as a form or condemn. These innocent sentences were made to sound hurtful and mean to the latter.

I had wanted Mama to spend some time with me during my holidays, but the younger children have taken Mama away from me. I understand that Mama is very needed by the younger children, so I don’t complain and wait for my turn. While I can see that Mama is busy, I try to help and be a nice kid.

Many say that I am a really good child; some say I’m sensible, helpful, while others say I’m caring and understanding. But Mama doesn’t think so. I will have to agree that I do not bother to wake up early, and that I like to spend time with the internet. I don’t see why I have to get up early, after all, it’s the holidays and there is nothing much to do.

I did work a bit of part time to earn a little pocket money, and when I don’t have enough to go by; I’ll just have to bit my own tongue. When I have extra money, they are used to buy some food for the family. I do try to do some housework, and I do what I do best – that is to clean the floor. But Mama complains that I do it in the evening.

I don’t like folding the clothes, so I do really little of it, once or twice during the holidays. And I get blamed for not helping with something I don’t like to do. I do wash the dishes on my own accord; I should say this is one of those rare times where I actually help with dishes more than just once or twice. I’ve been washing dishes quite a lot, much more than the previous holidays. I should say I have improved by quite a handful, but Mama says that I haven’t been unwilling in doing so.

Mama complains that I don’t shower the dog often, and now Mama wants me to do so twice a week. Mama is angry that I don’t bother about the dog. But I am the one who initiates and decides to budge Papa when to bring the dog for walks. I can’t handle the dog alone, when he’s outside – he gets really crazy. And now it’s my fault that the dog stinky or unhygienic. All these while, the dog used to be Papa’s job, ever since I’ve started showering for that very one time; it has now become my responsibility. I try not to complain, because I love my dog.

Mama says I do not help around the house. Mama says I know nothing to help around the house. I had wanted to volunteer to do some cooking and ironing. But Mama says that I can only wreck the kitchen and waste more electricity if I were to iron the clothes.

Mama says I do not contribute to the household. But I do. I really do. I come up with suggestions and decisions to help Mama decide where to go, how to plan her time, what to cook, what to do and what not. I do try to help Mama mentally. Look at what it for lunch today, didn’t I help to second and support Mama’s idea?

Sometimes I go the extra mile to fetch the younger children to tuition and back. And even, look after my kid cousin. The entire September holiday was dedicated to the kid cousin, because Mama had no time to look after him, in view of the younger children’s national exams.

Mama, I wished we could stop all these. I understand that Mama is very stressed up over the national exams. But try to calm down and take things easy, one at a time. We haven’t fought in a long while; we don’t need this again, because I love you, like the way you love me.

Love
Your daughter

by makk at 12:09 pm |