I finally see peace in many things…my sis with my friends. So many other things but just not at home. I used to wish I live in a mansion. But after moving to this house. I felt not only happy but overjoyed. My own room (without my sister because she sleeps with the lights off and without the AC….but now I want her back at home badly), my own bathroom, my own wall to put anything I like, my own space to mess it up however I want to (and have to clear it up on my own later…)
But the longer I live here, the more I realize, the size of the house is not a factor but the love in it is. Quarrels fill the spaces in it. What’s worse, it’s not only the quarrels, its now FIGHTS. That causes painful tears that seem impossible to heal. Not only it is impossible to heal each others own wound but it’s like drawing lines to separate the large space in the house or maybe even building walls…
These walls either never breakdown or will take ages. I usually never cared much about other children...
