My first disappointment in my life was when my parents had to travel overseas most of the time while I was preparing for my Primary School Leaving Examination (PSLE). They traveled because of work and when I needed their support most, they were often not beside me. They had no time for me, just work! I felt as if I did not matter to them. What mattered was they earned enough money.
"Didnt they know that money is never enough?" I kept muttering to myself.
Another disappointment was when I was fourteen years old. It was quite a tough year for me. As usual, my parents were away at work. Alone at home with my two younger siblings, I had to take up the responsibility of taking care of them. However, my sister had undesirable friends and this led to problems. She started demanding money from my parents, giving hundreds of excuses why she needed it. Sad to say, it was all a lie. There was once my friends secretly told me that she was treating her friends. Treating them with meals, clothes and even providing them with pocket money. I didn't know how to explain all this to my parents. Should they be informed? Till now, I do not know whether I should at that point in time have told them. I didn't out of some kind of loyalty to my sister and happily she got over this immature behavior. Phew!Lastly, the disappointment which hurt me the most happened when I was sixteen. Everyone forgot my birthday! Not only forgetting my birthday, my family also wanted me to cook and wash dishes like I do on usual days. Claiming that they were tired after a long day. I wasn't expecting a great celebration or something grand but as normal teenagers wish , I just hoped I could have a new phone or even a peaceful dinner with my friends and family.
Sometimes a feeling of fear sweeps over me that my friends will walk out of me leaving me alone to face this world full of disappointments. I know it is just emotional nonsense but it still is a very strong feeling.
After all these revelations I hope you don't get the 'wrong end of the stick'. My family and I love each other, we have some really great times and everybody knows puberty is a time that many people have an emotional roller coaster ride. Why should I be any different?Explanation:just copy and paste it
