Our world shattered when my brother came home from work the other day and announced that hes moving out ("out from our lives"). No signal, no wind, no thunderstorm. Just a mere speech, "We are moving out!"
My father words of advised turned to a deaf ears. He kept on talking and both of them (My brother & sister-in-law) just ignored him and continued packing. I, as a witnessed to this act of rudeness remained silent. I was being tied to the vowed that I made not to interfere in his marriage life ever again. I do not wish for history to repeat itself again. It has been tormenting me ever since. Not to mention ALL of us.
I'm not sure who is in the wrong but all acted irresponsible since ALL of us is an ADULT.
Feeling of empathy empowered me so strong that it nearly suffocated me. I can sensed my father sadness as he could no longer spent time with his only grand daughter. My mother, though she is devastated losing her only son and her grand daughter too, suppressed her feelings and said that they must learned to be independent. Deep inside I knew that she must have felt remorseful and hope that things would be back to normal. My sisters cried. And as for me, I remained strong and emotionless, offered to help them packed.
My father felt so helpless as all his pleading does not moved them a single bit.
My father, mother and myself helped brought their stuffs to his friend's car. My mother carried
Sheyrin for the last time. She kissed and hugged her and my heart almost stopped as I knew she can't bear to be separated from Sheyrin. My father also kissed Sheyrin for the last time.
The most sad part was that my parents was not informed of where they lived. We knew only Punggol but whereabouts we don't know. My brother decided last minute to turn down my father's plan of having a big celebration under the void deck for Sheyrin (What hurts me was that my father had planned this long ago and now it went down the drained).
The next two days my brother came back without words to get the rest of his stuffs in the morning. My mother was asleep in her room. My brother didnt woke her up. My mother felt so sad. I was awaken by my brother as he asked for the cab number. Half asleep and my hair in a mess, I changed into t-shirt and skirt and helped him to bring his stuffs into the taxi.
While waiting I asked him for his addressed but he said that if everything is cleared (referring to his wife who is upset with my mum who actually asked her why didnt she didnt iron my brother's uniform) he will informed us of the address. I'm upset with him as he is so weak. I can't said anything as he has his own family to worry about now. His wife repetitive threatened words of leaving him and bring along Sheyrin. If I put myself in his shoes, I understand him also. Therefore I choose to remained silence.
Then came his sms asking me for helped to place all his letters in the letterbox. Another hurtful thing that my brother had done. My parents speechless but my sister did questioned me. Why is it hard for him to come up and take his letters? I choose to remain silent but my heart is aching. Till today 28th May 2008, we still didnt know his new address. I hope that my faith and trust towards my brother does not betrayed (backfired) me. I do hope that GOD opened their heart so that we can still be in touch though no longer under the same roof. What more makes me sad is that everyone act as though nothing has happened. Back to our own life. We even thought of having a family holidays. Get away.
Well now I know what it meant by do not take your family for granted. You only know its worth once you lost it. When that day comes you will regret it unless you could do miracle.
