Oh my God...

I don't know how to write this entry.

Or rather, how to write the entry in the right tone.

Ah. Forget it.

I shall just speak my mind, right?

He opened my letters.

...

I don't know how you would react if someone else did it to you, but I am infuriated.

Note the present tense.

How did I know he had opened it?

Well, I saw him tearing it (I didn't know it was mine!).

And why am I angry?

Because his own letters are not even open!?

I was sick yesterday so I was resting at home.

He had called me (he was home too) and asked me to do a few things. I then went out of my room after the conversation to say hi.

I saw him tearing something.

When I was back in my room, I heard something go through under my door.

Nope, nothing in my head yet.

I woke up and saw a red envelope. Tore open.

It was from my parents.

My parents had sent an exactly similar one to him. It was unopened. On the counter.

My god.

My gosh.

First it was the camera (yes, he has two cameras in the house. To do what? I don't think I need to say more...).

Then it was the Amex card (he had initially gave me a card to buy groceries for the bus but he had taken it back even though I have two more weeks here).

Then it was the camera.

Now it is my letters.

My gosh. I don't know what to think of it.

...

I had confronted the wife about the camera and she said it was a webcam.

A webcam?

Nah, I don't want to say more.

I really don't dare to think about it anymore.

It scares the hell out of me. To think there are people like that!

We have had conflicts many times.

He had questioned me about my logical thinking one day (Why are you not a nanny back home? Why did you come to America to become a nanny when you don't like kids?).

Hello? I like kids.

Or at least, I think I do. That is why I am here.

But seriously, that conversation was not pleasant one. And I remember trying so hard to hold my tears back.

Until I broke down at the guard's office.

The irony of the whole situation from day 1 (since I stepped foot into the US) is that,

my hosts are the more daunting people among all in my circle of interactees.

I have Priscilla who helped me source for cheap winter clothing. My first host mum didn't even bother.

Right now I have Jose (the guard) who is helping me intercept the mail (I didn't want to tell him the reason about why I was looking for the postman but he knew something was wrong. He is a nice old man; reminds me of my grandpa) because my dear host dad opens my stuff.

And how did I know he did it on purpose?

Because he didn't even say a word of apology.

And ask yourself: what do you do when you accidentally opened someone's mail?

You say sorry.

Enough said.

...

I have decided to leave on the 13th Feb instead.

Initially, I was planning to stay till the 13th, so that I can 1) go for my Spanish class lab 2) attend dance class.

But really,

ye chang meng duo.

*shake head*

For the first time, I feel fear.

Fear that I am living under the same roof with someone so malicious.

God.

...

Help.