Story Of My Life

CHAPTER 3

          As early as 3:45 in the morning, I woke up and turned on the radio to listen my favorite Visayan drama-BUTCHOK. I could still hear the insects' noise outside. It was a cold morning that made me felt lazy to prepare myself to school, but I knew I couldn't make an excuses just because of laziness. Mama woke up late than I and she prepared the food for breakfast.

          Our family relationship at home was as sweet as an equal amount of ingredients in a juice drink. It was so soft like a cotton pillow that touched my face as I hugged it. We really loved and respected each other, despite of the conjunctures behind us. It was a very memorable and inspiring moment in my family as well as my chilhood stage.

          In the afternoon, we enjoyed harvesting our vegetables in the farm. I made myself busy of harvesting the greenish tomato plants with a bunch of red fruits. Mama and Papa were in the cabbages, peppers, and etc., while my elder siblings were arguing, if who would go with Mama to the market to vend the harvested vegetables. I also wanted to go to the market but I have nothing to argue with them. I would really love to see a lot of running cars, houses designed by the best architect, and people in the town, since I couldn't see it in the timberland.

          During dinner time, we had a long family conversations in the dining. Mama and Papa asked us about our school days, and I just said we were doing great. Robert and Rolly had said nothing and remained quite because of a little argument with their bad classmate. They have a fight but it was not severe. Shiela just blinked her eyes to me and I understood what she meant. Papa adviced us to be a persevere student in order to finish our aim and raise our family from poverty in the future. Mama suggested, we should take the best course when we go to college someday. I felt inspired to do my best as I had heard my parents' advices. I was motivated to look and catch my goal in the future.

          I was reading my favorite book-Math  while preparing myself to bed. I appreciated the beauty of mathematics and how it gave importance to the world. I studied hard nothing but Math. I checked out the time. It showed almost approaching to nine.

"What if I want to be a mathematician someday?" I deeply asked myself this somehow  impossible question.
"Oh I would love it!... but who would recognize me?" I opposed. I was just trying to make myself an interesting topic since I couldn't sleep yet.
Intrapersonal communication was my partner during my solitary hours. The whole house was quite. There were no frogs, whistling crickets, and the running mice, to and fro. I felt the calmness of the place but I saw Whitey outside as I peeked on the whole of the wooden wall. He was on my hangout area while looking the million blinking stars in the sky. I was pleased at him. I wanted to go out to accompany him but I was afraid. It was approaching to midnight .

   "Shhhhhh..." I heard the sounds of the strong wind as it blew our house and gently slapped face that made me hugged my own cold body.

" tick tock, tick tock..." 
The ticking of the clock were giving me a challenge to count something. I discovered a clock had sixty ticks in a minute, equally to an hour.

"Why I couldn't sleep?" I asked myself a question.

"I don't have anemia so I couldn't sleep" I murmured. I was like a nonsensical person at night, imagining of fantastic things.

A minute more, when I felf dizzy. I drove to sleep.

"Good morning!" Mama greeted me. I woke up late. I was the only who was lying on the bed still. It was a weekend so she let me enjoyed my nightmare. My mother was pregnant at this time. It was almost nine months and she was about to give birth to our new younger brother. We did not forced Papa to come with him in the farm today because he understood how we tiredly harvested the vegetables nowadays inclined to our study.

"Mama could we play outside with Robbie?" Shiela mannerly asked.

"OK, don't go farther. It is dangerous when you go to a great distance from home. Snakes could bite you anytime." Mama implied.

"Yes Mom!" We happily responded.

"Come back at lunch!" Mama shouted for us to hear her additional advice.

Sheila and I were heading to our favorite spot, a valley-shaped big rock. We would be telling assorted unbelievable stories.

On the our way ahead, we picked a ripe guavas and mangoes for our snack. I felt the astonishing view of the landscape, especially the still-life figure of the place that has caught my attention.

          It was a mindblowing adventure that everyone might be flattered when they see the virgin forest. I was not really sure if people in the city would feel what I felt. I didn't know how to compare the two opposite natures, despite the fact that I had not been to the city. I often asked myself about the city life. How comfortable, joyous, and challenging was the city.

          Finally we arrived to our destination- the beautiful rocks mysteriously piled forming a huge valley between the isolated forest with flowers arround it. I could'nt perfectly figure out how attractive the place was. Sometimes I felt that I was on the fairyland.

           After a few hours of stay, I sensed something came from my stomach. It was growling like an angry dog inside of me, seemed like sliding stones.
          "Sis, can we come back home? I feel hungry" I asked Sheila but she didn't want us to leave yet.

"But I still want to roam around the place" she slowly ignored. She liked the hangout place. It was far a distance from home, a quarter mile away.

"Please, I'm so tired...? I begged her.

"OK, come on let's run!" she replied.

"Hi Mama!" we greeted Mama as we arrived. She was preparing the things to be brought in the farm. She still insisted to help us in the farm even though she was bringing a child. Father had been telling her not to help, but she would not vanish her choice. We hurriedly took our lunch and went to the farm with Mama.

"How was your bonding?" Mama asked while heading on our way.

"We were really having lot of fun Mom" Sheila answered.

"Yeah! and I enjoyed eating the sweet guavas!, but still my stomach wanted to get more aside from it" I added.

"Well, thats a great paste time!" Mama complemented. She smiled to us and continue walking.

We still did the same routine at the farm.