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I stared at the ceiling of my room. Just stared. Counting the bugs that are playing by the light. Doing circles up and down. As my eyes feel tired, I closed it. But as soon as my eyes were closed, those vivid images flashed again. I should not invest feelings to my cousins. They never treated me right. They never treated me like a family. They treated me like a maid. A servant. They hurt me so much. Emotionally and physically.
But as I contemplate what I saw this morning. From their faces, actions and voices, I wanted to asked them.
Hey, is everything okay?
How are you now?
Do you….miss me?
Do you…..remember me?
I wanted to laugh at those question. Those silly questions that’s been running in my mind for almost an hour. I’m dead in their minds. My existence was erased by Arch
