1 Corinthians 13: 1 & 13

If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal.

And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.

24 January 2014

A Tough Girl (Lo Wing Yan, F.5D)

I think I’m a bad girl but I’ve been trying my best to be better. In the past, I blew up easily and this could scare you. But everybody has their own story. If people knew my story at that time, they might forgive me and tolerate me more.

My story started with my complex family and twin sister, who has suffered from an disorder since she was born. We grew up together. But as a child, I had to clean up all the mess she made, including her dirty plates after meals and even her poo. I used to be envious of other teenagers who could hang out with friends while I had to stay at home to take care of my sister, who looks like me but can’t understand me. What frustrated me most was that my parents usually told me off but had never scolded her. All these scenes weave my childhood memories, which are unforgettable but I wish I could forget.

       All those childhood experiences have made me a tough girl. I don’t greet others with smiles because I don’t know how to smile. But it’s hard to make me cry. I don’t cry because I’ve told myself not to shed a single tear. I have to be tough because I have no other choices. I don’t believe promises because even my parents have let me down for countless times. As long as I live up to my responsibilities, I don’t care what others say.

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