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How would you feel if you parents accuse you of stealing? How would you feel if your mother suspects you of withdrawing her money from her bank account?

I cried last night. I cried so much that this morning when I woke up, I looked in the mirrow and saw these huge, ugly eyebags. Urgh.

I was really sad, but most of all, frustrated because despite my attempt to prove that I did not steal the money, my parents do not seem to believe me anyway. In fact, they didn't even move from where they were sitting when I asked them to have a look at the transaction details on the computer. I've never felt so disappointed.

The only good thing that happened last night was I had a chance to have a long talk with my brother. He went to my room after witnessing the whole thing. We sat on my bed and had the best talk, ever. It's been a while since we really talked about everything because he's always using the laptop computer at night and I always turn in early. It was a really good conversation; I needed it. I love you, Jojo, no matter what!

However, my brother is determined to leave home after our trip in October. He wants to go elsewhere, perhaps to KL to work and live there. And I will not be able to prevent him from doing so. I've been there in the situation, where I just want to leave. In fact, I still do. I want to leave now, so very badly. I thought my parents would be happy that I'm home, but apparently not. I'm just another mouth to feed, another burden.

I love my parents, and I always forgive their shortcomings, but last night was just too much. Sure, they denied everything, but did they apologise for making me feel like I'm being accused of something I didn't do? No. Not even a single sorry.

Call us ungrateful, call us anak derhaka, judge us as you will. You don't know our parents, and you'll never do. We do.