i was a spoiled child, when i wanted something, i would never cease crying until my parents promised to buy it for me…
finally, they found a remedy to stop me from crying…
once, seated by the window, crying so hard and so annoyingly, my brother told me to stop or else, the ghost would appear and take me…
my mouth was still suspended wide open, staring at my brother, the howling became a silent sob…
that explained why i became a cowardice and afraid of the dark, they threaten me with stories of ghostly figures to prevent me from causing trouble.
but it left them with another burden, they’ve to fetch me wherever i was after six pm, and had to carry me to their backs.
today, so difficult for me to cry, when i feel sad, only a teardrop would run down my face.
