Haha I just came up with an idea of writing a story of my relatives and my family (or how they have implicated my family). Well, the title that I have came up with is: Hidden Closets for the simplest reason because there are always many secrets behind each family. Omg, I feel as if I am talking crap! Haha but this is the only place I can write all my complaints about! MUHAHAHA so bare with me! Lol!

My grandma(Mama) has disturbed the serenity in my house by coming to live with us. I have no idea whether it’s because her 6 other children doesn’t want to look after her and happy asked her to come to live with us. Since we were born, Mama has never lived with us. This means 29 years for my sister and 20 years for me. How can anyone expected us to suddenly adapted to her presence?

It’s really awkward to have her around because this means that our actions are being restricted in many ways. For example, the tv programmes that we watch are really different and therefore in order to watch my own shows, we have to watch it in my own room. At times, me, my dad and my sis have to squeeze into my room while Mama gets the entire living room.

Why do we have to do that?
Why can’t we watch tv in the living room? Oh well, the reason is because Mama is a 2 faced- snake. If we don’t let her do it her way, she will complain to her children (who is my aunties and uncles) that we don’t allow her to do this and that. Her tongue is like a poisonous serpent. I feel like telling her that if she is not happy, she can always move some where else and not here. But boohoo nobody wants her. She just disrupted the peace in my house.

I know it may sound pretty rude to talk about my Grandma like that but people always judge families on the surface and not their content. Now, when I read the news about how elderly have been put into Old Folks Home, I look at them at a different view point. I don’t just take a judge that the family is evil. Sometimes, the evilness comes from the elderly themselves. Some are manipulative and start putting words into other people’s mouth. I know that because I am suffering with one.

Blood is thicker than water?
Nope! She is my grandma but she never looked after me since young. She is just like another stranger who is walking on the road. I count my friends like my family more than her. My mom gave the excuse that because I had maid since I was young, that’s why I am not close to her. Nonsense! My paternal grandma (Popo) came to live with us every weekend although I had a maid. And Mama didn’t .

I wish Popo was here to live with me so that Mama doesn’t need to be here.