"Hey, you're actually having two mother is it?" I randomly start a conversation.
"Yeah." and she just keep on looking at the Greentea that she just bought.
"and father?"
"I have like ..." and she starts to tell everything, while we walk through the college gate and went to cafeteria. I keep on nodded and asking her things that have been in my mind long time ago. and She keeps on answering to me.
"I don't know if I am actually redha already or not. But, sometimes I do feel sad over all of this thing." She continued as we walk together passing the gate.
"It was like when I was taking UPSR. and its not easy tho."
"But Thanks god, I have lots of people around me to support me." I can hear changes in her tone of her voice. I don't know how to comfort her.
"You're obviously a very strong girl. Very strong, If its me, I would totally kill myself because I am not strong enough." I smile. At that very moment I hope I have the ability. I hope.
Gettng into college life is far way more different from my school life. I have met a lot of people here and there. With a lot of different stories, different pain, different strength. Some of them are too fragile, some are mild, some are too strong. Above all that, I still hope that I can be the friend that they can rely on and ask for me when they needed someone to talk to. I hope to be their best listener although I am not one. Things are hard for me sometimes, and how sometimes, I can't face my hard times, I hope they will not having that very hard times, because I know it hurts. But somehow, It's just my little dreamy hope that I can't even take the courage to fulfill it, busy mending myself, busy trying to help myself to cure my own pain. and all I can do is hoping and praying for them. Sometimes I do feel like I am such a bother to people, and I don't have the courage to even go to them and ask how they're doing, so I ended up hoping everything're going to be alright for them. That's all. I do try my best to help, here and there, but I can't be the best, yet to come--