My Idiot Bff

27. Happy Birthday to me

i hear the birds chirping. i see the bright sky. i feel my heart pounding but i don't know why.

"come on, you can do it" he said with his accent. i kinda know why im feeling this. i think i am scared of something.

"hindi kita pababayaan. alam kong kaya mo yan anak." there he goes again, talking in his language. i can't understand him.

"what?" i asks curiously. i wanna learn filipino too. but he does not teach me.

"just go" i step on the gas and steer the wheel infront me. he told me to feel the car but does not explain me how. he said to slow down but i don't know how. i look at him but his eyes are angry. he tells me something in his language. i don't understand him coz he doesn't teach me.

"hinto samara. hinto!" he's yelling at me. what is he saying? i don't know. he touches the steer and turns it to right before we hit the big tree. i step on the break as i figure it out.

my heart is pounding really hard. my breathing is too fast catching each and everyone. my eyes are wide as i gaze up front.

"ayos ka lang anak? may masakit ba sayo? pasensya na kung natakot ka. tahan na" i know he's angry and he's saying it thru his language so i can't understand. i start crying because i'm scared and dad is angry.

"baby are you okay? you're having a nightmare" i rub my eyes open and see my mom's worried face. i jump out of bed and hug her.

"mom, you were right. dad loves me. he did love me"

"of course he did and he still does. go to your room and fix yourself, he's coming in about 20 minutes."

"mom, you know its one hour. are you excited for our whole day date?"

"you silly girl, of course. happy birthday samara" she kisses me and gives me her gift. she stops me from opening it and tells me to wait until later so we'll open them together.

as i enter my room, i remembered my dream. i remembered dad, how he used to talk to me in tagalog. how he loves me so much but can't express it to me too well. i smile. all my life, i thought he just wanna prove something to me. i thought he didn't love me. i thought he didn't care. but he did. he does. but i don't understand why can't he come in our lives again? i'm pretty sure he still loves mom but i don't know what happened. i don't know why they aren't going back together. i want them back. i want my family back.

something crawl up my spines. i thought, here i am again, uncontented with my life. but, i also think that, this is different though. i want something, not only for myself but for my family too. this is not being selfish, i scowled to myself. i laugh. i'm such a crazy person.

"sweety! your dad's here" mom called over. i hurried to my closet. i already prepared my dress for today last week. i was too excited coz it's been idk-years since we've been together. all three of us. i brush my hair and put on some light make-up. mascara, blush and gloss. then i grab my heels and purse.

before i go out my room, i look at my self at the mirror. wow. i can't believe that i'm turning 18 today. geee. it's been like, wow. i smile at my reflection one last time then go to the living room.

i see mom and dad talking, then they look at me, smiling. i smile too.

"look at my baby, your mom did a pretty good job" dad said. i walk towards him and do curtsy. he replied and hands his arms at me. i hook mine in his. he extends his other hand to mom and pick her up, smiling. i smile at the scene too. she holds his hand then we out we go.

"this is the most happiestest day of my life, dad, mom. thank you" i said and hug them both making a group hug. this is so good.

we went to some restaurant then to the mall then at the amusement park. this is awesome. i felt like a young kid once again with my parents here with me, celebrating my 18th birthday. i felt like crying so my tears ran down my cheeks. i can't believe this.