Birthday.

We celebrated Daddy's birthday yesterday. We, as in my mom and me. We initially wanted to wait for the Brother but he came home late so we celebrated first. I was studying when Mom went to the kitchen and started frying fishballs and prawnballs. Daddy was busy watching TV.

Mom told me to stop studying and help her out. So I took out 4 plates and 4 spoons. Yes, 4. Put in on the table in our living room. Then I carried the box of Chocolate Cake next. My Dad was like, Woaahhh. Hahah. Classic.

Mom finished frying so we put all the food in front too then we lighted the 5 candles. Yes. My Dad's 50 people. So is my Momma. Then we took pictures of Dad blowing the candles. I took a few pictures with him. So did Mom. Then we sat down happily and munched on the cake. There was just Me, My Dad and My Mom. I felt like cring there and then. But I didn't. Didn't wanna ruin the small celebration. Heh.

Then we left a huge piece for the Brother and I washed up everything. My parents continued watching TV, laughing. I went straight to my room, switched off the lights, and BROKE DOWN.

I was literally crying non-stop the whole night. I don't know if I had swollen eyes this morning but I did cry. My heart was just sinking deeper and deeper as I continued weeping. I clutched it so hard cause it was getting to a point where I could hardly breathe. Tears kept on coming and I kept on sobbing and praying. I just wanted my WHOLE family back. I don't know who I'm living with right now. I want them back. I want them all back.

Then I don't know if I fainted or just drifted off to sleep, but this morning, Mom had a very hard time waking me up. Usually its just 2 calls and I'm up. But this morning, she had to scream at me and slap my arm real hard before my soul could come back to my body.

PS: I have nothing to say.