At first I thought I was a part of a story I never even dreamed of living in, a story so far-fetched that even in movies never liked that kind of situation, it is even rarely being considered. Who would have thought I’d be a part of a family so loving? I never thought, wished or even dreamed of being that loved by those people who I’m not related to by blood. And yet, I found myself in a circle of warmth that made me wished I’d never wake up.
“____ anak, bahala ka na lang kna momi, dadi u ___ at pati na dn sa nagmamature mo pang mahal, wag u bbtaw ha.”
But that story was short lived. I was just an episode, a chapter in their story. I got so comfortable with the support they’ve shown that I was blinded by the kindness and love. Was it true? Were they really supporting me? Or was it just to test their love? I was so overwhelmed with the situation that I failed to notice the obvious.
“I’m just an episode, a chapter in your story.. One day a new chapter would begin and that would be the end of my role..”
Ok na ako last summer, hindi na ko umiiyak nun. Tanggap ko na that it was over and I was contended with the friendship I had with him and his family. Ok na ko nun e.. Now here I am again, still weaken by the fall.
“anak pasensya kna kung nasaktan ka uli ni __..mga bata pa naman kau. Kaw gusto namin, d2 lng kami para sau. Lovu anak.”
I am again forcing my way back to reality, waking myself from a dream that no doubtingly placed tears on my eyes. I am now trying to pick up the pieces and finding a way to stand again.
“sabi ni papa masaya daw sya ngaun dahil alam nya na kahit na anong gawin ng iba, khit n anong pilit naming isupres ung nararamdaman namin, we can’t deny the truth n nagmamahalan pa rin kami ni __”
Ouch. Hay.. Ewan ko ba skin.. Dati, once is enough for me. Ngayon I hate the word “second chance”. Whoever said that love is sweeter the second time must be a hopeless romantic na may fairy godmother.. Ang unfair..
“Nasan yung akin?!”.
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