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In owe

I was young.

I was a scholar.

I was the bread-winner of the family.

And I was pregnant.

 

If I had a one-time super power to teleport to another country, another continent or maybe another planet, I wouldn’t have second thoughts of using it right after my mother confirmed that she will be a grandmother soon than she is prepared to be. It was the longest afternoon in my life.

Being the eldest of three, my parents had so much hopes for me. I was taking up an engineering course in a well-respected university. They relied on me on helping them raise my brothers; we were not a wealthy family. They were so proud of having a daughter that will serve as a role model to her brothers and cousins. That one news broke my parents’ heart into pieces.

I thought that was the end of everything I had wished for; a bright future, a good life and a good job. I felt hopeless. My mom won’t talk to me for days and my dad seemed like he just wasted all his efforts. I wasn’t the daughter they thought I was.

Looking back, I never realized how lucky I am. My mom and dad stood beside me, helping me get through my pregnant days. They have provided when I only had limited. They still allowed me to go to school and offered to take care of the baby. Best of all they were patient and understanding. Mothers and fathers, like every individual, are also human beings. But an extraordinary one. They can sacrifice every inch of themselves just so their children can have a good life even though you break their hearts. They are willing to help you stand even if it means collapsing on their part.  And if that isn’t true, unconditional love, I don’t know what is.

The next time you look at your parents and see only a person who hinders your happiness, maybe you should consider asking yourself how much sacrifice they are willing to take just so you can live a comfortable life.

 

 

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In response to the Daily Prompt.

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Do Souls Have Tears?

“When I die and you’re not where I am, please have the heart to record your eulogy and send it to my funeral. Make it beautiful, so beautiful that my eyes would well up with tears.”

“I couldn’t make you cry. You’re already dead.”

“Do it, so my soul would.”

As to how long your soul would last on the premises of the living for you to hear what I have to say about you and somehow touch your soul, I wouldn’t know. Nonetheless, I have nothing to lose if I try. Maybe I haven’t told you that when I was younger, I used to write my prayers, wishes and secret messages  on a piece of paper, burn it as soon as I finish, hoping the wind would carry my words and whisper it to God’s ear. I thought it was faster than prayers, so I considered doing that for you…

But if I did, no one would ever know how lovely and lively, how tragically beautiful, how witty and fun you were. I guess the world deserves to know.

For all those times you stood awake, even in the 5-hour time gap, thank you. Though things have not been good to us all the time, you were one of those people who chose to stay, accepting me for who I was, who I am and who I’m not.  I will definitely miss your encouraging words. The comforting assurance you give when everything doesn’t seem to be on track. I will miss how you carefully choose your words and make things easy. I will miss the thought of you just being there, whether we are talking or not. Maybe we forget the value of a person when we know that they are always available and I’m sorry… for not being able to reach out as often as you do.

We could’ve done so much if distance was cut short. We could’ve gone places, ate too much and sang an awful lot of 80 and 90’s love songs only people like us would relate to. I could’ve seen you push yourself to fit on a jean which is one size short or squeeze yourself in a skirt. It would have been hilarious and worth remembering… because it would be with you.

I think the world deserves to know how strong you were, how enduring your spirit was. You were one heck of an Incredible Hulk. You bore sorrow, and carried a lot of burden. You have cried tons, got disappointed one circumstance too much, grieved, mourned… and yet you stood up fighting. You may have come out crying amidst all the inconvenience that the world threw but you, you came out fighting. And if that doesn’t make you a wonder woman, I don’t know what will.

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Because in this life and even on the next, you will always be in my heart.

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In response to the Daily Prompt.

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The Circus That Is Politics

He swiftly took the sealed envelope handed over to him and made his way to the line.

“Show me your ID and sign over here”, the lady with a wrinkled face and sad lips spoke without looking at his face.

“Precinct No. 1”

He knows the drill. He took the secrecy folder and snatched a black pen.

Seated on the old wooden arm-chair, he slowly shifted to take a better look of the envelope. A small, bold number was written on the upper left. “14”

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Sealed in that envelope was a 100 peso bill. Enough to sustain his family’s needs for the day.

It is done.

Papers are scattered on the streets like leaves during fall. Gone were the loud jingles, gone were the shirts with faces of smiling monkeys. Gone were the free water bottles with slogans. All there is left are laughing lions, sitting comfortably in their den, waiting for the proclamation of their next reign. The clowns are grinning again, ready to show you the trick which has been laid down to you over and over; those bargained manipulative promises.

 

Was he entertained? Did he get what they paid him for?

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Blank

She left with no sign of who she was and who she came to be.

You say you can see her? I tell you, you’re a fool.

She isn’t that long wavy hair nor that fair, pale skin.

She isn’t that pretty face.

What you thought you’d known of her are just prevarications of who she is

And what she isn’t.

You overlooked, mistaken her for somebody who you try to mold into someone who favors you.

She’s gone.

And all there is now is an empty shell. A girl you thought you knew but never accepted.

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Sure There Will Be

Winter shills

Freezing nights

You look around

Nobody is in sight

 

Tears well up

Sobs build up

You call his name

He’s nowhere to find

 

Silent weeps

Heavy eyes

You surrender

To the night

 

No my darling

Don’t give in

To the fears

There’s always light.

 

Walk away

From the scare

Just look up

To the sun rays

 

There’s always somebody

To reach out to

The rainbow’s looking

After you.