My parents married at a very young age. Granted that they were still young, it's natural for them to be impatient and hot tempered. It is no surprised when my sister and me were often being punished due to some minor mistakes.

As a kid barely at the age of seven, I tend to idolize my mother a lot (because it would only make sense she was the next in line since my dad scares me). I wasn't really a daddy's girl nor a fan of him, really. His sight not only makes me nervous, but it'll make me question almost everything about what I did from the day till nightfall if it's ethical, morally right or just, acceptable.

He has a habit to raise his tone whenever he was unhappy regardless if the neighbours could hear.
He wasn't afraid to exert physical punishment on us because that was his way of showing how he love us.
He fancy ordering around us thinking it's cute owning a nine and seven year old personal assistant.
He doesn't really bother about our education just "make sure I don't see any red marks or else!" .
He loves nagging about the importance of religion to us yet we have never pray as a family before. In fact, never seen him pray at all before.

So you couldn't really blame me and my sister for having to device an escape plan from this "madness".
We were young yet, we were hurt. We felt lost and all that we wanted to was to have a happy and tension-free life. It wasn't the best blueprint that we could come up but it was good enough for us.
We knew how many clothes we're to bring, how much food to stuff in and when we could execute the plan. The only problem, I was scared. I knew the world works with money yet I have none to get me by for this plan. So in the end, we abandon the plan.

It was a silly idea but honestly, looking a back, I wonder what would we have become if we do run away from home. It was a silly idea but the idea is still close to the heart.



x Once Upon a Time x