The Death of a Rose

I've taken a couple of weeks lightly. It's not so bad. But now, I'm back to working harder. Apparently, I've lost my sense of reality. I'm still in school, not on vacation. But then my parents aren't being any help.

For the past few weeks, we've been going out on weekends, looking for the house to buy. We've seen a little over 70 houses so far. It has been difficult. But then lately, tension has been rising. You'd think, that if you live under their roof, you'd be part of the decisions. Especially now, you're of legal age. You'd seriously think they'll listen to what you think. To your dismay, they'll say "You have no part in this."

...What? They plan to make me pay for the bloody house they want to buy and I have no say in it? I'm not paying for something I don't like.

Kung ayaw mo, di ka titira dun.

I won't. I am sure as bloody hell, I ain't paying for it.

Then they start saying, "You're going to buy a new house 10 years after we buy this one so no worries." Since when did you start deciding what I am going to do with MY money? You put me into this line of career and I can't bloody decide for myself what I want to do with the fruits of MY labor?

Then my dad says I'm not contributing to the housework. How the hell am I going to contribute to bloody housework when I have to read 220 pages this weekend? I'm not presenting myself? How do you think I'll even finish my reading if you keep watching bloody TV in full volume and fall asleep on it? And you wonder why your kids stray from you.

I wonder what will happen to either of you if I get into an accident and die. Who'll save you then?

Now begins the death of a rose. Slowly. But surely.