I envy the ones whose families and themselves have been waking up in the morning, prefectly healthy.
I envy the ones whose families are around, all complete.
I envy the ones who have small fortune.
I envy the ones who had met their “the one”.
Is it wrong? To envy?
I AM very very grateful for the things I’ve had, seen, and felt.
But WHY it’s always not enough? Am I greedy?
I always want more. And more. And more.
I want someone. Not only for me. But also for my sister. She’s so frail, fragile, vulnerable. She needs someone. She needs it much more than I do. I am stronger, strong enough to live this hard life all by myself. I hope.
I’ve lived my life. I’d give her arm and leg. If I have to.
I’d give her my one. If I have to.
But I’m not a saint. I wanna have an happily ever after. And I want that for my whole family, too. Would You?Please.