Finally I asked it to her, my mom. My own mother. And as I had expected before, she didn’t know the answers. Honestly, it really disappointed me. I felt saddened somehow, though I already had known it.
They were just simple questions, very simple questions. But it seems that my own parents really never know me. Well, at the very first place, they never ask anything related to who I really am to me. No wonder then.
What’s my favorite food?
What’s my favorite toy/game?
What’s my favorite anime/cartoon?
What’s my favorite anime’s/cartoon’s character?
What’s my favorite book/comic?
Who’s my really best friend ever?
Who’s the world’s figure that I idolize?
My own mother doesn’t know the answers of those questions. I wonder if she ever really cares about me. She hasn’t even ever tried to know me by asking me. Poor me.
I may be lucky enough to have real parents who’ve raised me ‘till now, but they never know me or even try to know me. They haven’t even ever asked me about what I like and about what I want.
Now I really wonder whether they will shed a tear if I suddenly commit suicide then die. Really I do.
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