NEW DIARY: December 25, 20xx

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Dec. 25, 20xx

Dear Philippines,

                               I remember when I first went to school; I learned to memorize the Panatang Makabayan. But it wasn't until I was in sixth grade when I realized that everytime we recite that we take an oath to love you as our lupang sinilangan and as tahanan ng aking lahi. I have not been faithful to that promise. I never told you how hard it is to prove my love for you because it is difficult to heed the counsel of my parent, to obey the rules of my school, and to perform the duty of a mamamayang makabayan when these three conflict each other. How could I adhere to the regulations of my school if the same institution could not uphold the law of the land? How could I do my duty as a mamamayang makabayan if the counsel of my mother contradicts the patriotic thing to do? How could I stand and watch your ruin, my beloved Inang bayan, while these diablos are destroying you mercilessly and your own people are supporting your destruction while individials like me fail to stop them?
                           But now that I've already left you, I still want to fulfill that promise. I made this artwork so that hopefully, injustice will no longer be stronger, freer and more masterly than justice even by a smaller scale. I still solemnly swear to offer my life, dreams, successes to you even in a far away land. I also promise to come back one day so that there will be no more Rheas, Jennas, Ians and Chards.

 I also promise to come back one day so that there will be no more Rheas, Jennas, Ians and Chards

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                          I wish you well. Wherever I am, I will think of you. And do believe, I shall never forget you. You are my homeland who protected me, helped me to become strong, hardworking and honorable. I shall cherish you forever for that.
                                                                                                                                                     Love,
                                                                                                                                                        Claire.

The End.

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