This morning I went to school to pick up my new uniforms & on my way back home, I decided to stop by my grandmother's house since I am leaving in 2 days. When I got there, the first person I bumped into was my aunt & she didn't seem so happy to see me; she was smiling & she did look surprised but then the look on her eyes say that she is indeed upset with me. As I entered the house I was greeted by my dear grandmother with that smile of hers: happy to see her "Barbie Doll" again & yet sad because she KNOWS that her "Barbie Doll" won't be staying for long. She hugged me tight, fighting back tears & gave me a peck on the cheek, "I miss you baby doll..." she said. My little cousin came running at me "Tattee, I'm 100lbs already!" he said enthusiastically. I scanned him from head to toe & my has this little boy grown so much. It saddens me 'cause he's 100lbs & he's only 8. It saddens me because he is overweight & unhealthy but then again I am glad that he is happy.

I then stumbled upon my biological father & there he started talking to me about the usual crap. I hate the way he tries to manipulate my mind & make me turn away from mother. I hate how he makes the world seem so scary, dangerous & unpleasant through his words. I hate how he makes life seem so miserable. I hate how he turns everything beautiful & wonderful in this world so dull & depressing. I can say that my father is a dark rain cloud that suddenly comes in & ruins all the beauty & vibrance the summer sun's giving this world. I hate my father, just as I hate the rain. I hate him & yet I have to love him no matter how much he's hurt me; no matter how much he's ruined the beauty of life. I hate him, but still, I must love him because he is my father.

After the long crappy sermon of his, I went to my old room & took what's left of my things, I bid my grandmother, cousin & father goodbye & left.