WARRIORS (MVManalo)

Beca

Haaaa.....Mama is a good and caring mom but as stubborn as I was, there's no getting into discussions when it comes to Mama, she always have the last say. When I was a child if I recklessly complain or didn't follow orders from her I get a pinch every time moreover when I break a glass or a plate. Grrr...Mama is as scary as the Undertaker when she gets mad. Actually she doesn't get mad only when I refuse to do what she asks me to do, which is more often than not, always. HIhihi! The pinching, the scolding is what I get when I refuse to do the dishes which I always do until I turned twenty. Bad huh, what's worse is when I need to look after my brothers since I was the eldest, anything that happens to them is my fault because they are my responsibility. And I lived up to my Mama's expectations of me as her eldest until today that I was already in my forties. Hmm..I remember then that I got scolded not because I was careless which is an understatement, but because I hate washing the dishes and I would always complain why my brothers couldn't wash the plates or cook or clean the house. Mama always says that since I'm the girl I should be the one to do the house chores. Aha...that's a violation of my human rights which is an act of slavery and abuse of power as parents and since my brothers are boys. So, since I am a girl I won't have the same rights as my brothers? That's ridiculously, unfair. But I did it anyway. Because I needed and not because I was diligent or kind. Yet, I can say that I tried my best to be a good daughter and I made sure that I made my Mama and Papa happy.

My parents brought me up, innocent, pure and kept me close only to them. I slept near them and they took care of me so much that I felt trapped, alone and dependent on them. I seldom go out with friends, Papa is so strict that I can't get out or party without a chaperon or a friend accompanying me to anywhere. That's silly but I accepted that fact that I am precious and my parents are just doing this to protect me since they love me. My brothers are good about this but I know and feel that they are jealous of how our Papa treats me. We are not poor and we are not rich either but Papa makes sure that I get what I want almost all of the time and I get them even if they're impossible. And that's what I did with my life, getting what I want no matter how hard or impossible a goal seems I will make it happen and I did.

When Papa lost his job, my brother and I worked and helped him with house expenses. And then he got sick and we needed to stop going to college and universities because we needed money for his medicines and hospitalization. I am the eldest and I lost it. I mean I thought I was doing fine, having a fiancé abroad who wanted to marry me and have our own family in the future,, my brother working abroad as a waiter/ bar tender and Papa regaining his health back, with Mama taking care of our rice stalls in a market near our place, what more could I ever ask for. Yet, things changed and I felt that God has a different plan for my life and there, a community I wanted to join in came to me like a thief in the night. But not as a thief to ruin my life but transform it to who I will become in the future... In love with life, love and romance?!