okay, last night was really a very bad day for me and for all of us(my family)!
my dad forced me to go with him to fetch my mom and kuya. so i was so pissed that i wasn't talking to him during the trip. then we arrived at my mom's office and waited for my kuya's text for about 3 hours. suddenly, my dad asked me if he was able to turn off the gas stove and i said i don't know which i really don't know. so my dad and mom panicked and she started scolding my dad. it was the first time that i've seen my dad almost freaked out! he tried to hit his head, said bad words to himself... and i was just there at the back sitting quietly and looking at my dad. at that time, i totally forgot that i'm in bad mood. they called my cousin and asked if he could check out the house and if the gas was turned off but of course the doors are locked so he has to break the locks. luckily, it was turned off so what he have to worry now are the locks since our door in the kitchen's open.
but my great kuya here texted us that his seminar will end at 8 pm so again, my mom and dad almost freaked out. my mom was asking me if i want to eat or if i want to go with her in her office to stay for a while but i refused and they got mad at me saying that they shouldn't have brought me along.
okay guys, in the first place, i never wanted to go so why then tell me that i shouldn't have come along with you??!! then they even said that i don't want to eat anything. i don't want to buy anything and they're mad at that! i just don't understand why they should be mad at me if i don't want to spend some money?!?! they should be happy with that?!!?
i even answered them calmly. i didn't raised my voice. what's wrong with these people!
what i did, i just looked at my phone, and suddenly, tears fell from eyes. those tears were not because of sadness but because of the anger i felt at that time. bad words, damnations and other bad things are in my head. if someone could just hear my soul, my mind, my heart... guess they'll be deaf because of those words...
at last, we're going home now. i'm hungry but when i get home i'll go straight to bed. i won't talk to them.
i'm excited that we'll go home but this excitement i felt was ruined. the car had some problems. the car overheated. luckily, we're near at the emergency bay in EDSA and we have no choice but to stop there for a while. there's this taxi who was also having problems with the car and somehow he managed to help my dad look on the car. we stayed there for about 2 hours waiting for the traffic to disappear but what do you expect? it's friday night. lots of people are out.
we have no choice but to take the risk and we just have to stop at gasoline stations to check on the car and how fortunate of us that we are able to go home safely and the house was okay.
at that time, i tried to forget my anger and instead i prayed that we could get home safely. and thank God we did.
right now, i'm okay. i'm not pissed with my mom. we're talking already and we're back to normal.