“Pressured”
Hello Diary,
It took a while before I was able to write … maybe you know na problematic ako kaya here I am again, bothering you.
Ang hirap palang mataas ang expectations sa yo ng mga relatives mo ‘no?
Bakit kasi ang lahi ng mga magulang ko both sides, lahat matatalino?
Tuloy pag may gatherings, kinu compare nila ang mga anak nila.
Siyempre, kasama ako dun. That is the worst thing I hate about them. Comparing their children! Haaaaiiisssttttt!!!
I overheard my aunt telling my mother:
AUNT: Mabuti gumaling na eczema ng anak mo. Maayos na ngayon, hindi na halatang nagkaron. Saan mo pina derma? Bakit kuminis ng husto?
Intregera di ba? Imbes na magpasalamat at gumaling ako iniisip niya pang nagpaderma ako kaya ako pumuti at kuminis.
Sabagay, wala namang masama kung magpa derma ka but the point is … natural kasi yung kulay ko hindi ko pina treatment.
Yung mga scar naman ng eczema kusang nawala kasi bata pa naman ako nung nagkaroon ako nun. Thanks God at bumalik yung fair complexion ko.
Pero that is not the main reason why I am problematic.
Yung mga cousins ko kasi puro honor students. Hindi naman ako inoobliga ni mother pero feeling ko siya ang mapapahiya at kakantyawan kung hindi ako magiging honor student.😭
Sabagay since grade school naman nasa Top ako pero ibang usapan na kapag High School graduation. Hindi nag aannounce ang school ng mga nasa honor roll … saka lang sasabihin sa awarding ceremony na. American schools style.
If you are a candidate for honor, you will just be advised to prepare a speech just in case you will be chosen as the Class Valedictorian and Class Salutatorian. But the exact place … they won’t reveal earlier. Only during the commencement ceremony.
Habang di pa tapos ang graduation noon … hindi ako mapakali. I always asked myself … ginalingan ko ba? Ilan kaya nakuha ko sa mga recitation, projects, etc???
Until graduation came that day … my mother told me … it is okay! Whatever you achieve will be good enough for me. Don’t mind your aunties and uncles. Grades lang yun. Ikaw ang magdidikta ng future mo anak, hindi ang medals.
When I heard my mother telling me those lines, gumaan talaga ang pakiramdam ko. My mother is so cool! I am so lucky!
Noong tinatawag na ang names ng mga graduates, puro with medals ang apat kong pinsan. Top 3, 4, 5, and 6 sila in over-all ranking.
Nalungkot ako kasi sabi ko kahit sana 3rd placer. Pero sabi nga ni mother dear, what important is you did your best … galingan ko na lang daw sa college para mai apply ko sa papasukan kong work yung degree na kukunin ko.
Nagulat pa ako nang tinatawag na pala ang pangalan ko …
… Madrigal, Iyah, Class Valedictorian …..
OMG!!! Nangalog ang tuhod ko!!!
Sabay lapit sa akin ni mother dear na umiiyak … inakay nya ko papuntang stage …
What a moment!!!
Napakamadamdaming valedictory address ang nasabi ko. Hindi kasi ako nagprepare dahil malabo nga ako sa 3rd place naisip ko lang.
But the message delivered was really a heartwarming, touching and hopeful valedictory address my mother ever heard according to her.
When we went home, my mom told my relatives to go with us in a restaurant to celebrate our graduation day and achievements.
But they refused telling us that they prepared something in their house too. But they never invited us to join them.
Expected kasi nila na yung cousin ko ang valedictorian kaya nagpahanda ng bongga with rock band pa na hired nila.
Kami ni mother, we enjoyed each other’s company. Kumain kami sa restaurant na favorite ni Papa.
Syangangapala, nakuha ko rin halos ng awards for every subject at ang Best Student Leader of the Year Award.
Mayroon akong 20 medals kasama ang awards of excellence from the president, senate and Congress medals for awards of excellence pati na Scholarship Grant from a prestgious University.
Ramdam ko ang happiness ni Mama at alam ko rin na masaya si Papa for all my achievements.
Wherever you are, Papa … these are all for you too!
Hello Diary, kasama na naman kita sa isang importanteng pangyayari sa buhay ko.
Next time uli ha …. bye for now…muahhhh!
Love always,
“YAH”
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