This is an entry for a contest held by @Dangerous_Fly
You can read the contest announcement by clicking on the link above.
I was summoned by @wakeupkitty to join the contest and here I am giving it a go. It is challenging because there is some kind of final entry which only 10 people will be picked to enter the winning round. The prizes are interesting, have a look for yourself.
For the contest.
A memory that I will always remember is the day that my life change. I was only 17 at that time.
One evening while I am still practising for a sports event at my school, my parents come to pick me early. They said it was an emergency.
When we reach home, there was a big lorry in front of our house and my parents start to carry out all our belonging from our house. My uncle, my mother own brother was kicking us out of the house. As far as I know, it was my parent's money used to build the house.
Why are we kicked out of the house?
I never got the answer until now. None of the elders will give me any answer including my parents. I was hurt, too hurt because I kept the hurtful feeling to myself for years until I manage to build my parents a house to live in which my little sister will own later and now I am building my own.
I have a good life. I am happy though we are not rich. I still remember that it was raining that day. Some of our belonging got wet. We moved into a room at my another uncle house. My family is been living there for years until I start working 9 years ago.
The one thing that made me angry, my father gave away my school sports uniform to my aunt. It made me angry. I cannot remember what happened after this one.
Things I learned from that day
I cannot simply trust anyone even if the person is my own blood-related.
Never build a house on land that does not yet have my name written on it as the owner.
I hated this memory and I once hated my uncle but then when I slowly get a grip of what I lost before everything happened, I feel much better now.
I lost my cheerful mother, the only person I can count on. I miss cooking. I have not felt content of eating her cooking. She was diagnosed with stroke until now and everything change. My kind, helpful and cheerful mother is no longer with me. She is now a depressed, sad and always shouting nonsense. I cannot bear living with her. It leaves my sister to take care of them, both my parents. I see her once in a while but it is no longer the same.
My life is full of debt but my family at least have a house of their own now. I swear to myself if someone else tries and steals that house from them, I will not keep quiet this time.
This is a memory that I will never forget.
It still hurt a bit but I learned to let go of it slowly.
I think of this very painful indeed. If this happened in my situation I can't forget it as long as my mother's suffering didn't end. I have a saying that to forgive is to forget but it doesn't always apply to all situations. To forgive and forget takes decades before I can take it. What a sad memory.