Surfing through the photographs..
It tells me a tale..
I followed you everywhere..
You never left me off you arms..
You fainted when you thought something was wrong with my arm, remember?
I'm sorry..
I was like your daughter, maybe I still am like that to your eyes..
But surely things have changed..
Because as I grew older, I felt lesser and lesser like your daughter..
I see you have a family now..
And you didn't address me the same way you did..
I may be young but I know what I hear..
Slowly I distanced myself..
You have done so much for me,
beyond comparison and comprehension..
You are one person I cannot go against..
And yet..
I was getting older..
More rebellious..
More capable of changes..
Resisting norms and averages..
And from then on..
I have been looked at as the bad child..
Nobody really voiced them out but you..
And such a young soul as me shouldn't be getting tempestuous with an uncle with a big heart like you..
But I did..
And I was rude..
What a crude child I was..
Not considering what you've done or what you have in store for me..
All I had in mind up till now was to go against you in every way possible
Even if it caused me unpleasantness..
Oh how wrong was I..
My deliberation is certainly amiss..
How could I cerebrate that way about someone who wanted the best and only that for me?
I want you to be alright..
You will be alright..
And that I know by heart..
I love you..