A Trip TO A Lost Life

Chapter Thirteen

                                                                                                MEMORIES

As I finish packing, I sat at the right side of my bed. It hasn't been a month yet, let alone a week but, we are leaving to go to a different country. What does mom and dad have in their mind anyway? I thought. I sigh as a memory suddenly flashbacked in my mind. It was the Ferris moment.

The sun looked like it was coming from Raymund as we both looked each other in the eye. I never knew how attractive he was until I looked at him closely. I never knew how happy I was until I felt pain.

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"What are we doing?" I asked politely as I sat at our living room's couch. Mom released a sigh.

"Your mother and I decided to enroll you to a medical school." Dad replied.

"We thought it would be best for you if you became a doctor. It pays well and who knows you might be the world's next best doctor out there who marked the history."

"I don't want to" I said. Both of them looked angry considering it's the first time I told them what I really wanted to say.

"What did you just say?" Mom asked irritatingly while dad stayed silent.

"I said, I don't want to" I repeated.

"You are going to be a doctor and that's final." Mom said with a clear and a high tone of voice. I stood up.

"You know what, I can't do this anymore. I'm tired I'm just gonna go to my room." Before I could even took a step forward, dad spoke.

"SIT.DOWN" Dad exclaimed. For the first time ever, I didn't feel fear or rather cowardly maybe, it's because of that trip or rather what Raymund and the others taught me on that trip. I faced them.

"How could you do this to me?" I cried. Mom's face softens but, it was not enough to make her stand up to her sit and approach me with a motherly-like voice.

"Do this to you? Margie, were only doing what's best for you. Don't you ever think of that?" Mom said.

"What's best for me? Or you're only doing what you think is what's best for you? You didn't even ask what I want! Neither what I want to be nor what I want to do or even decide for my own sake! I'm not a kid anymore I can make my own decisions, can make my own steps forward, and can be the person I want myself to be!" I exclaimed. Mom stood up to her sit but instead of what I expected her to act like, I received a slap on my left cheek. I bitter laugh escaped from my mouth.

"How dare you speak like that to us? We work almost twenty-four hours a day to give you everything you need and what do you pay us? Your cry for what? Freedom?!" mom exclaimed.

"I never ask you to give me what I need, I'm asking you to give me what I want. You're my parents; it's your responsibility to give me what I need but what about what I want? You didn't even bother to ask me if I wanted to go to parties, if I wanted to learn how to sculpt things, ballet, sing, or even dance. Didn't you ever thought about how I feel about all of this? You didn't even asked me if I'm feeling well or if I'm tired because I' am! I'm tired of being everything the both of you didn't have a chance to be when you're a lot younger, I'm tired of lying to myself that I'm okay." I sighed. "I'm tired of being something I'm not."

"So, what do you want us to do? Let you be? Margie, you're young, you're just a teen. You don't know the world out there."

"That's because you never let me. I'm not asking you to give me up. I'm asking you to be a parent to me. I'm asking you to listen to what I want to say because I want you to understand my point. I' am young but it doesn't mean I'm not right, I' am young but it doesn't mean I don't know any better, I' am young but it doesn't mean I don't feel anything. I'm your daughter and what I need right now is a parent who will support me and guide me towards the thing I want myself to be but, I don't think you'll ever will." Mom and dad were silent as I made my way towards my room. After I shut the door closed, I fell on the ground as tears started filling my eyes. I couldn't help myself that I blurted it all out. I don't want to be like this anymore. If I'm brave enough to face the world just like on that trip then, I can be brave enough to face my parents.