litfili week7

Sacrificing for someone is a heroic deed. But what if it is not appreciated?
I once felt somehow that way before when i was misunderstood. back then i was the good girl, i follow instructions, listened to my parents. but for some reason, i just can't feel the attention that i want. what thought before that everything was about my older brother. how they asks him if he needed anything which they don't do that to me. They asks him if he needed more of his clothes, they don't do that to me. they asks him if he needs money, which my parents never asked me those things. I hated them for that moment. figuring out what did i do wrong. i never failed in my subjects. i am always at home before curfew. i clean (if i have time) things in the house. and so i got more angry to myself. not to them anymore to myself. because i must have done something wrong for them not to notice what i'd do so they would praise my good work.

i continued doing those things up until i was in college. i realized that, their reason for them no asking me of what i want. its because i asked/tell them if i could buy that,this, those things. They actually recognized my little deeds because they buy what i ask for sometimes with no hesitations.

In the story Generations by Ninotchka Rosca, the girl could not take it anymore, she killed her own father because even though she had protected and gave her virginity to the soldiers, still the father did not recognized what her daughter had done for him.