Yes, im the luckiest grrl in the world. Not because i got a digi from the other half but because he loves me. *smiles to herself* Thanks for the taggies guys. Got the shock of my life at the sudden outburst of life in the once-dead tagboard of mine. haha.
So anyway, whilst out raya-ing today, i realised what words can do. Just a simple knudge and "Hey.. talk lah. why you so quiet? Be like kak fad. talk alot.." managed to hurt 3 hearts.
Not mine. But the person who said it, the teenager who got the words and the mother of the teenager.
At that comment, the mother said "Let her be her! You can't expect her to be someone else. She's quiet, she's like me. You can't force her to be like fadhilah!"
The commenter apparently got a shock, her well intentions being placed in a wrong direction. A look of guilt passed over her now solemn face, her mouth muttering something illegible, attempts of explaining herself.
The mother continues talking, her expressions more animated, her eyes more flushed. Her distress can be seen.
I look quietly at the two adults seated next to me, and i know, things that night will never be the same.
The teenager sat there, eyes focused on her handphone but i could see, from her flushed cheeks, from the frown carved on her forehead, from the tears welled up in her eyes, that she's disturbed.
Silence prevailed.
5 mins later, the mother and child escapes to another room and i'm left to comfort an aunt who has the guilt of the world resting upon her shoulder.
