A couple of months later...
Dear Heaven,
In this white sheet of paper allow my thoughts to ran in this surface and read it with a light heart.
My pen is dying to bleed to express how much grateful and proud I am to you. I still remember the day you were lost, you were stuck between the maze and was still crawling to survive, you thought you're the weakest that moment in your life but today as I wrote this letter I realized you were the strongest person in your version.
In a painful battle the world made you experience you managed to conquer it. Even how bruised you were you still look for the beauty of life and smile like you are not beat up to death by the everyday tragedy you experience before. You tasted different phases of blues but you vanquished it with a flying colors. I am so happy for you.
Today, an eighteen years old you wanted to ask you these questions ten years from now: How are you, Heaven? Are you still happy as you are today? I hope so. Do you still experience the symptoms of DID? It's okay if your answer is yes but I hope it's not frequent like before. How about Dome? Kumusta kayong dalawa? Sana kayong iyong magkatuluyan kasi siya iyong pinakamamahal ng eighteen years old na ikaw. And, how about your relationship with God? Sana kasing tatag ngayon o mas tumatag pa ang relasyon niyong dalawa. I hope in that years, you still know His voice and presence. Because you're eighteen years old you loves the God before anyone else.
Heaven, be as radiant as the sky in a sunny weather and as lustrous as the starry night. Don't let a little rain in your life glooms your brightness.
Lastly, be easy with yourself and love her as much as you love her today.
Love,
Heaven.
Napangiti ako matapos kong isulat ito. Our teacher told us to make a letter for ourself as an assignment.
Matapos kong gawin iyon ay lumabas na ako ng kuwarto para puntahan si Mama sa kusina. Nagbi-bake siya ngayon ng cake para sa 89th birthday ni Lola.
My mother seek the help of psychologist at isa sa mga sinuggest ng psychologist niya ay ang magkaroon siya ng hobby at ito na nga. Ang pagbi-bake ang napili niyang libangan at isa na rin ang pagva-vlog.
"Anak, mag-hi ka sa mga viewers ko." Sabi ni Mama ng makita ako. Bilang isang supportive na anak buong ngiti akong humarap sa camera at kumaway.
"Hi po sa inyong lahat. I'm Heaven." Ito ang paulit-ulit ko ng linya.
Nagpaalam na ako kay Mama na pupunta ako kina Betty para mag group study na kaagad naman niyang sinang-ayunan.
"Ang ganda diba, siyempre mana sa nanay." Rinig ko pang sabi niya nung paalis nako.
I remember when I made a first appearance on my mother's vlog ang daming mga taong naintriga sa'kin at may ibang mga TV shows na nag-offer sa'kin na mag-guest ako but magalang kong tinanggihan sila. I just want a peaceful life that's all at suportado naman ni Mama ang desisyon ko.
Noong palabas na ako ng bahay ay nakasalubong ko ang isa sa mga manliligaw ni Mama. He's Tito Franco.
We greeted each other as we met.
Nang makarating na ako sa bahay nina Betty ay nandun na karamihan sa'ming magkaibigan.
Nagkalat ang mga libro sa paligid at mabuti na lang ay okay lang kay Ninang Elena ito.
"Guys, saan plano niyo after midterm?" Tanong ni Ryva.
"Ang tanong makakapasa ba?" Pambabasag naman ng trip ni Jeco.
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A Rose for Heaven
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