It starts at home

I grew up being the mommy's little cry baby of the family. Whenever my older sisters drown me to death or just tease me, I run towards my mom. She never fails to hug me then gets mad at my older sisters. And because of that, I always felt that love. From there, I was able to have my own concept of love through that experience.

However, as I grew up I learned that I cannot really get everything that I want. My mom tried her best to discipline me, to the point that she almost used a belt. I will never forget how I looked that time because I was such a helpless kid, crying and apologizing to my mom. Well, I will never do that to my future daughter okay. But I knew at that moment that my mom was not really doing that because she hated me, but because she did not like what I did. Yes, she hurt me but that was her way of telling me that she loves me, so she wants me to learn. Actually, until now she's like that but she does it in a different way now. Well, she scares me to death by being such a nagger mom that she is. It's sometimes annoying, but I love her for being like that.

Of course, other than my mom is my whole family. Although I have to admit that we're such a dysfunctional one, at least I'm proud to say that I know that no matter what happens their love for me will never change. Yes, I know that I'm such a stubborn and spoiled daughter sometimes but I still believe in their love. Even if they cannot support me sometimes, I know that won't ever change.