Abstrak
He is like an angel to our family. He saved me, my brother, and Mother from destitution and misery of street lives. He provided us with food, shelter, helped to pay for school, and promised a better future for us. He truly is like an angel to our family. He loves us, cares for us, and sets an example without expecting anything at all in return. Yet here I am, returning the favor by letting these feelings blossom. Mother was right, I don’t deserve his love. I’m not worthy. Forgive me, Mother. But this feeling of admiration, fascination, or whatever it is towards him have been unbearable ever since I was in grade school. Now that I realized he probably never think of me as no more than just an impertinent little sister, so be it.... Let me fall to the ground like a leaf... a leaf that never hated the wind even though it has been ripped away from its stem.