How do I say this …

Blood binds you at birth. From the same father and mother. You grow up together, take care of each other more than husband and wife, through thick and thin, sickness and health. You don’t divorce your own sibling. Yet all you can do is watch the segregation, listen to stories, and sit and wonder why.

Oh how it poisons and pains you. To the depth of your heart. So much that you cry yet no cries comes out of your suffocated lungs. Makes you want to crawl to your bed and never wake up. Hay so’ng dum toi!! Living is already so hard, please don’t make it impossible. I pretend it doesn’t matter, that shit happens, that it is what it is. The poignant cancerous pain doesn’t show but it eats you away. .

Yet another challenge in my life.