Everly

 you're s o bitchy and bo ss y but I love you anyway.I love that you're stupidly kind of funny.I love ho w you're such a cheese. I like it, in fact I love it w hen you appreciate me the w ay I am. s o it' s been a happy-go-lucky situation, being your baby sister and knowing that you'll al w ays stand by my side,no matter w hat.And that I can learn from your mistakes because you're such a silly-sally princess.  you know you don't have to be so cranky a s you're turning a year older today.Age i s ju st a number. Beside s, the more you'll grow, the more beautiful you'd be. I find the prettiest in you. Your chickeny leg s, that beautiful pair of eye s, and the shopping spirit of your s, I've always been jealous of the s e thing s about you.     Nobody know s you better than I do, do they? Because I know your behind the scene s storie s. I know your little big secret s. And I know that you've got a heart made of gold. If th...

she's always this clumsy. Always. you know, there were times, she could just sober up and learn from her mistakes and could get back on her feet, but she just wouldn't. She never learns from her mistakes, even making'em dozens or tons.because this is she.learning is not her thing. She is bad at pretending, predicting. She can't drive her emotions likely to her thoughts.She can't sleep because her unexpressed emotions are buried alive and those bug her all night. And she does not understand the word "extra-ordinary". is that an extension to ordinary or too much ordinary that becomes special itself? She does not fit in a crowd.S he's in the middle yet, she's outside. She's insecure of every little thing. her hair, her smile, those  not always go in a natural way. she feels insecure putting  her hair down or even smile, showing her teeth off at  times.because she knows,she has  imperfections,lot of'em and god has not sharpen her nose n...

Maa, I thought you were different. Apart from those people. But it was just a thought. Misunderstandings. We've had them. A lot of'em actually. But despite of your imperfections and everything that I might not like about you, I accepted you. Like you accepted me when I was born. when I was in your lap helpless and crying for your affection. But now, I'm not that baby anymore. I need freedom. I want privacy. I've grown. I don't tell you every little secrets that I've been holding. I keep it to myself. and I like it like that. Because You don't understand me. You just can't. It's not your fault. You are from a whole different world and we have so many differences.You didn't encourage me to be truly free. All you did was screaming at my mistakes, regretting over me. I know it's there. The love, it's still there. And it's unconditional. Because it's a mother's love.I don't question your love, trust me I don't. It's ...