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Take Care Of Me.  

Friday, March 05, 2010

I wonder why I am always asked to take care of people around me.

When Lolo died, I was 18 (give or take), everyone around us told me to watch over Mamma; then when Papà died, again everyone told me to watch over Mamma and my siblings; only days ago when one of my Kuyas (brothers) passed away, again and again, everyone told me to care for my siblings. It's not that i'm complaining, okei maybe I am, but what makes them think that I don't need at least one person to take care of me? Don't I deserve that?

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