wend's story

wend was the typical chinese family breed girl. living with her multi-generational family members. she grew up hating relationships. she had it being the youngest. having to call every uncles and aunties and elder cousins and siblings in the early morning before being able to sink her teeth into her simple peanut sandwich. after the simple yet ever so complex breakfast. she had to bid every single elderly folk in the house before leaving the house with her numerous cousin to the elementary school. in school she was consistently being compared with her elder siblings and cousins by teachers regading conduct and results. no matter how hard she tries to be prefect, she was never enough to make the mark for those whom she so dearly wants to impress and loved by.

while others in her similar situation made the headlines for running away from home and doing crimes. wend's only way of shouting out was her journal. wend writes her sorrows and shames, her worries and pains in that normal looking exercise book of hers. nothing fanciful nor eye-catching but she secretly hopes that someone would eventually finds it, reads it and understand her somehow. months of waiting turned to years of waiting. nobody picked up her journal. from the inital 1 book it had now turned into a large collection of old exercise-books. her elder cousin, who shared her room, had been screaming for her to throw out the stack of rubbish in the room. afterall it had been years since she graduated from school!

taking her memories and pains of growing up with her into the open yard. wend lighted a match-stick and began to burnt her journal in the joss-bin. as the paper crumbles and turn into ashes floating in the air along with the breeze. wend found a place of rest. she knew that all of her thoughts and angish had been heard, heard by the Guy Up There. He must be reading the journals now. He must be weeping at my sorrows and smiling at my joys. as all the journals turned into countless small air-pollutants, wend smiled thinking how her thoughts had troubled her mind polluating it to no-ends. perphase today is a good day to start afresh. a new cavanas is waiting to be painted everyday.