WARRIORS (MVManalo)

Beca: Me

At this age, I know that I am not a typical girl or a normal person, as a matter of fact, I love hanging out at home while listening to music, dancing or singing of my favorite songs or singers, alone in my room.

My papa works in a dental laboratory and my mom a rice dealer at the local market near our village. I am left with my brothers to care and feed them. I am in high school now and my second brother is in third year and the youngest is in grade school.

We live in the house my grandparents built for us at the back of their bungalow in Lamuan and we are safe, secured and loved here.

But things got worse when Lola suffered from Alziemers and always had a quarrel with my mama due to old memories or past hurts that affected her so much that he scolds my mother for it most of the time.

During these times I am sort of wishing that I can serve God better and more to help my family and do his will to make him happy. And there I started having dreams and wrote stuff on my books that I disclosed with my mama and papa about.

Papa drove me to a convent and asked for the nuns aid about my books. One nun, a Claretian gave me advices and we had regular talks about me and my desires. That finally, she advised me to bury my books at the back of their home since she is in a retirement home for elderly nuns. I obeyed but though it hurts to see my work gone. I realized after several years that I started writing with a magazine company and then contributed with religious mags as well. Then after that I worked in companies that helped me learn and study English until I got better and knew, spoke it like my first language.

Haaa,,,it's unbelievable how people can get weird sometimes and do that. But now after many years of thinking about it, I believe there is a purpose of burying my books like a seed planted on the ground to grow. I didn't realize it until I wrote a novel which I am having a hard time finishing since I am not really that good in writing in English and my grammar sucks. My spelling is superb but the reason why I worked in a call center industry is to try to learn English as much as I can and use it somehow in the future. When I worked in Australian and New Zealand accounts I never thought that my American English which I learnt from watching English movies paid off. They thought I studied somewhere exclusive or attended academies why I am good in speaking the language. Anyway, I attended English academies and trainings that honed my skills and developed speaking English little by little.

American accounts such as AT&T is awesome. I was able to chat with and sell to Americans who are nice, rude or funny and or has unbelievable accents which I couldn't understand in the earlier months of being a newbie at the center. But in the long run accents nor nationality never stopped me from understanding each and every one of my customers and that made me always on top of my game. A VIP, Most Talented, Seller, Doing the extra mile agent. From CSR, TSR, to CCR to CCO, supervisor, floor support and more. I have gone through and handled accounts which made me invincible and can resolve any issue when it comes to simple to complicated issue or complaint from a client, customer or LOB thrown at me. I know I was able to connect and solve people's issues and even knew what they exactly needed before they even knew that that they needed the product, service or account I am selling, giving or servicing.

I loved San Francisco and Philadelphia but areas with country accents like Texas or Nebraska are some of those that sometimes proved to be difficult to understand when citizens call us about something or complain about anything under the sun.

Haa....those were the days when I get to save people to the best of my ability through and from listening to their queries to solving their problems which is a lot of times due to our agents' mistake or carelessness and companies product or service errors.

Beca...Sister, hey, Commander Fonsi is here to see you!, Teresa calmly said wondering what I was thinking while browsing through the documents handed to me by Sister Jona earlier.

Oh, sorry, Teresa, yes, I will come down in a minute! Thanks!, I added looking at Teresa and smiling at her call.

Those were the days when things are simple and I just needed to do what I ought to do. But now it's different, I need to step up and take the lead. Even the governments are dilly dollying, haaaa....what can I do to make a difference and change this state we are all in?!

In this year things are still uncomplicated and maybe in the future it'll be different and more sophisticated, out technology and society, beliefs and values. 1980's, haaa...However the sisters said that they can travel through time. I wonder how and why would they do that?, I thought and stood up from my seat to the door to go down and meet the commander.

What does he need now? ...a tither, haha!, I said to myself.

Good morning Beca, ah Sister Beatrice!, Fonsi said as I walk down the stairs.

Good morning! What a pleasant surprise!, I added and shook his hand as I came closer to him, who stood from his seat and approached me. Banes is standing at the door entrance and smiling at me as well.

Thank you for welcoming me, but we are here to give you something and those are the food and other supplies we asked for the last time we visited you before!, Fonsi said and nodded to Banes to send the gifts as well as the stuff we bought for the sisters and their community.

One by one, boxes and bags of groceries came in handed by soldiers and placed each at Beatrice's foot. Teresa and Jona are just looking and so amazed at the food that maybe could last them for a year. Though an exaggeration, but they are indeed plenty. They looked at each other and laughed, Thanking God and Fonsi for the blessing.

Thank you Commander but this isn't really necessary. Yet, I will accept since we are a bit short of supplies because it has been wet lately that our farm seems unsuitable form planting crops at this moment. But, we always mend and fend since God provides and maybe it's you He sent to help us. I appreciate the help, really, Beatrice said and smiled at Fonsi.