I was having a herd time packing for the youth camp because I have so many things to bring(maybe not really used to camps yet…). Was grumbling and grumbling and grumbling. Most of the time, my dad will end up feeling frustrated when I start to mumble and grumble. He walked into my room and I thought, “that’s it…I don’t think I get to go for camp anymore…” then he just simply asked me what was the matter and I simply answered the bag will not be able to fit all my clothes. Miraculously, he just told my mum about it so my mum gave me a bigger bag. I was seriously amused and angry at the same time. He nearly killed me, and now he is talking to me so nicely. I don’t think I can live with this man… It’s kinda killing me. I try to be nice too but it doesn’t work. The incident just keeps on hitting into my head.
That night, he came into my room, and asked me if I have any money. I told him that my mum did give me some. And the next...