Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. I can't vent what I feel to my family because we are the ones in the middle of the argument. I am no longer crying whenever we have disagreements. I have long mourned the kind of relationship that I want in my family members will never happen. Even when there's a glimpsed of it, I no longer have greed take root that they are kind and care about me the way an infant expects from around them. But as a grew older, we human can never have unconditioned love from the people around us. All of us are flawed individuals. That's why our expectations and demands for good things will not always be met. We can never bend how people treat us down to the smallest details. My brother is angry. He even punched the wooden cabinet and have some bottles fall. He is angry because of my attitude, he said. Well, the attitude that he is referring to is me crying, be full of guilt of something he deemed my fault. He even mentioned what kind of woman I was for no longer