My baby

I always wonder: ‘If they were to make a list of crazy families, would mine even enter the top 10%?’ There must be some normal ones out there. How boring. It’s a rather elusive concept anyway; there’s always something. It’s not hard to be different; that’s why just that shouldn’t be a goal in and of itself. My girlfriend's family isn’t ordinary either -- I never expected to end up with anyone who's halfway normal, so perhaps that’s boring too. Growing up, she quickly realized there wasn’t much space for her, and her thoughts and feelings -- and that’s on top of Thai people not being very direct in general. Except for weight, it seems: yes, Angel (person I met once before), I do like to eat, which is why I gained weight, thanks for asking! And so even now, she often hides those feelings, but I can see the tears filling up lakes, and the bittersweet sounds of the laughs we had when I met them are hard to swallow. Some people are born to drown, and some people are born to suffer the same fate trying to save them, or watch it happen. I thought I was a watcher.