Imperfection revealed, as always

Family, as the stereotypical perception has it, is the only group of people you can feel protected and secure. The place where you can feel proud of yourself, even just for a little while. That is not my case, well, sometimes.

Belongingness is what I seek, belongingness is what I do not get. Humiliation for something I did not want to happen is what I do not seek, although it is what I get. My family, they have always been the kind of people who tell me the truth, and most of the time, yes, make me feel proud. But as how I am imperfect, so are they. I cannot please everyone, everyone cannot please everyone.

How would you feel when you are branded with something in front of your almost whole clan? For being lazy which caused my being top 3, and not 1. Well, it did not feel good. I do not usually cry, but with matters like these, it triggers my tears. My sister dedicated her Philo post to me, and it made me cry again. She is someone I could always go to, someone who really knows me. Someone who knows my imperfections and sees them as perfect. The one who does not jab and humiliate me with my flaws.Thank you Ate Ina, for always being there. I love you sis.