Story Of My Life

CHAPTER 1

It was a wonderful morning, when the sun was nourishing the whole part of the forest. Mama was cooking for our breakfast while my four brothers and sister were still on their dream academy. I woke up early because of the bad nightmare. Papa was also busy in preparing himself to the farm. I was wondering how beautiful the forest was as I listened the lovely voices of the birds and the cold wind as it slipped through my skin.

I laid down on the edge of the rock, a distance from home but I could clearly see the beautiful view of our house that was full of healthy different species. It was my favorite hangout early in the morning because I could see the attractive wide ocean's scape, hundreds of kilometers away from home. I was watching the gay leaves dancing around the calm spot as the winds blew with rhythm. I relished the essence of calmness while trying to sing my favorite song-THE JOURNEY, by Lea Salonga in a low pitch tone.

It was my hobby of being a lonesome boy, therefore, I seeked for a better compliment in fulfilling my aloneness. So, I started singing.

"Half the world is sleeping
Half the world's awake
Half can hear their heartbeats
Half just hear them break
I am but a traveler
In most every way
Ask me what you want to know..."

I suddenly stopped, hence, I did not master the lyrics yet. I forgot what was the next line. This was a great challenge for me in mastering this song, nevertheless I couldn't make it facilely because it was only a radio where I could listen the song. On the contrary, it was late 1990's-no KTV in the forest as the city. I was only guessing the right lyrics as what I had heard.

I deeply thought to recall everything, and luckily I did. I continued singing my ideal music.

"What a journey it has been
And the end is not in sight
But the stars are out tonight
And they're bound to guide my way
When they're shining on my life
I can see a better day
I wont let the darkness in
What a journey it has been..."

I stopped in the second time when I saw Whitey was approaching to me. She was wiggling her tail while doing her tsunami-walk, clearly meant she loved me. I squarely loved her, so I hugged her when she reached me.

"What are you doing here Whitey?"
I slowly asked in a sweet waving voice.

She responded nothing but continue wiggling here tail with her tounge-out.

"Ohhh you are so cute!"
I enunciated and shook her head.

I lost my appetite of going back to my single-rehearsal.

"Awww awww aww!"

Whitey barked when the dazzling lovebirds flew behind us.
I was surprised.

For a minute, everything turned into silence.
Whitey was leaning beside me as we sensed the freshness of nature.

I was about to take a nap but Mama called me for a breakfast.

After the meal, as usual, everybody was preparing to go to the farm, to help our father in taking some weeds to our assorted vegetable farm. It was our main livelihood in financing our day to day expenses. It was a vacation time, therefore everybody was a farmer.

"Let's go!"
Papa implied.

I was exposed in the farm life at the early age of seven. I was studying in the first level of elementary when I started to plow. It was a hard endeavor for us to raise our own family parallel with our study due to poverty. The eight members of our family needed to stick together to escape the crisis.

The vacation time was ending, and our parents were worried of where to get an initiatives to buy our school supplies because our earnings were only suitable for our daily needs and even sometimes had a shortage. Shiela, my elder sister and I were turning to the second level in elementary. Robert and Rolly, my elder brothers were leveling to the fourth level too. It was a great challenge to our parents to finance us in school, since, the life in the forest was not easy to earn some loots. Besides, we have a hectare of plowed land which was all planted with assorted vegetables, but the income was not enough to furnish our daily needs. I was deeply thinking, if these would be our life until we we would be getting older, how could we procure? How would my family supervise this situation? I had not thought for anything but these freak questions. Everything was unanswerable to me. I could not even think the purpose of my study. All I thought was, living and simply die.

Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock... 3:15 in the afternoon. I stared at the clock's hands as they met and turned around in a circle. I was trying to figure out the pattern it suggested but Mama ruined my curiosity and hugged me.

"I love you" she said to me with sweetness and emotional feelings. She kissed my forehead but I responded nothing. I was speechless. This was my first time to see Mama acted like this. I thought she was hungry or sick.

"I love you more Mama" I replied. She smiled at me.

" Why Mama? Are you planning to leave me?" I suddenly asked her.

"Of course not, I will never leave you. I kissed you because you are so cute and smell good!" She answered while calming me down.

"Okay Mama, I just thought that you seemed like giving me a sign of farewell." I contrasted.

"No Robbie, clear your mind about it. Just believe me." She replied.

I couldn't guess what was inside of her heart. I did not even think of the utterance of her statements. All I did was dissolving the inarguable conversation.

The afternoon was so dim. It looked like a new moon night. I was wondering again, leaning on the dusty window made of bamboo while watching the farthest place that my sight could reach.

From a distance, I saw an old flying insect that was carrying a thing seemed like a baggage. I couldn't distinguish the insect. I was very curious in everything around me and even questioning myself was always done. It came to my mind that maybe he has expelled or ran away from his home. It had driven me into a deep logic, what if I would see a person, doing the same thing as the old insect did, should I call him and encourage not to leave? Despite the reality that everything was unanswerable to me yet, but curiosity would not leave me. This challenging question of mine made me dizzy. I shook my head and slapped my face to wake myself in my nonsense daydream. I felt sleepy when the heavy rain was pouring. The dinner was ready.