Agnes Gina

I’d rather tell my mother that she’s crazy than to admit that I love her, but truthfully that’s how I was raised. We never admitted our feelings towards one another

which rubbed off to all my other siblings; we would rather show you that you are loved than to admit our feelings, spend quality time with you or have a good laugh with you to cheer you up.

Growing up, my parents used to argue a lot but ironically enough that made us draw closer to one another, we would check on everyone’s feelings on how they were coping with the current situation. That taught us a lot about one another, I’m known to be very quiet. Whenever a situation would burst, everyone would check on me because I’d rather hide myself in my room and write down how I really felt then later walked out smiling.

Regardless of the arguments that arose at that time we were growing up, we still failed to share our feelings with one another; we would rather ask if you’re hungry than to have to admit our feelings because we know each other. We know what kind of nail can cause a wound and which nail would bend over.

Years went by, we drew further but closer to our parents, mom had moved out of the house and truthfully it was heartbreaking at that time. It tore us apart but we managed to pass it.

Even with all the things we have been through as a family, a simply hug can mean so much. “I love you” “How have you been?” “Do you need anything” “How are things going” that’s one of the things I admire about where I come from, it’s basic photography, instead of telling me how you feel, why now show me? If you’re happy, you could start by making me food or buying me something to eat. If you’re not happy... let’s go for a drive.

Mother and I would have short conversations about the general stuff, life, career and passion. Even today we don’t say much but in a way I’m satisfied with it, I’m satisfied with seeing her happy and seeing her laugh.

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