lost in the middle of a war

You should have known better. You're old enough to do what is right. Unless, continuous flirting with her is your definition of what is right.

If that's the case, then that makes me a good daughter. Which is a lie by the way, and I know that. You don't have to shove it right in my face every time.

You never hesitated to snatch the phone from her, as if it was a candy both of you were trying to fight over. I wished it was just plain, sweet candy. But as the struggle got out of hand, the candy became a bomb that I know would soon explode.

So, I closed the door. I confined myself to a corner of the room and pretended as if nothing happened. Or is going to happen. Which ever comes first. I stared on the glare coming from the laptop's monitor. There was no one to turn to, but to glue my attention on the laptop and pretend that the 5th season of the American Idol was entertaining me. Asking for help was hard enough to do. Feeling helpless was much worst. I was fooling myself again.

You killed her. Like the many times you did before. You killed her last December, two years ago, and since then, it never stopped. And most of the time I thought, would it help if I place the matter in my own hands?

But I would never do that. Revenge is but sweet for a certain time. Sooner, I will regret what I would have done. And I would never resort to your level. Never. Never.

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I'm sorry if all I could do is hug you like a puppy wanting to be cuddled.

That's all I can do, because I want to be tough for you.

If I speak, tears would roll down my face, and you'd lose all the strength you'll need.

I'm sorry if I wasn't good enough for you. Believe me, I regret it every single day.

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>>>>Pardon the emotional outburst. Thanks writing (as if it is a real, human being) for always consoling me. You never failed to be there. If only you exist. :(