Hello there, 

I am back, and I wonder where to start my talk. 

I am back to my country and back to my family's house. 

I am expected to be back to my normal daily life which is not at all what is going on. 

2days before my flight Mom called me to inform me that Dad was diagnosed with Cerebral Artophy, which simply means that his brain is getting smaller and shrinking at a large scale. 

I felt betrayed for more than one reason, for one: before I left I was always complaining about his health and she never paid attention to him, only when I left she realized that I was right, she even confessed it to me that she has thought that I was making up excused so she could have fights with Dad but I was not!

Two I have constantly called and asked them about his health asked them to let me talk to him but they all the time told me he was ok, and that he was fine they never allowed me to talk to him, thinking that I will feel stressed once I knew about him being sick!

WELL YOU MADE ME STRESSED OUT ALL THAT TIME!

What made me feel so ugly about them that they lock him inside the house! I mean I know it is safer since now his sickness ate about 75% out of his brain, he is literally a 3years old child trapped in an adult’s body! But they lock him up all the time! Like he is inside the house not going anywhere! I feel disgusted out of what they did!

I know that work is a must but the first thought I had in my mind that I need to quit in order to talk care of him, but they didn’t even think about that! I know that I am not the perfect daughter and that he did many mistakes in his life that I can’t even forgive. But I still have the humanity inside of me to take care of him!

I am so sick of what is going on.

Other family members are calling me crazy *amongst other names * because I choose to came back home!

As if they have ever paid a dime for my tuition, as if they even called or asked me if I was fine when I was out of the country as if they even checked on my family while I was a way!

They did none of that yet they have the guts to call me names and be judgmental. I am so upset about that.

I admit that life here is driving me crazy, that I would rather go back there to where I was and never look back but then that is not how things going on. I am a fighter at the moment and I have a battle to live through.

I am praying that things will go better by the days and hopefully things will be brighter.

EJ7