This is book 1 of the Interfaith series
It feels so wrong but it feels so good.
Why can't we stay away from each other?
One encounter started this forbidden romance that no one recommends but we were each other's favourite sin and we can't stop fr...
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Small steps
Every day
After I told my aunt about the admission letter, she was so overjoyed for me knowing that I could fulfill my dreams. Go to a university, be in dorms and make new friends once again. I usually never wake up at 9 am but here I am, not an ounce of tiredness in my body. The moment I woke up, realization dawned on me. Yesterday's events, Jason, Katherine and my mom. The waterworks started pouring and I became a waterfall.
Sigh. Here we go again. My tears were a waterfall until my mom called to check up on me. "Are you okay?" She asked, "Yeah, I am fine. I just woke up." She then told me that I was grounded, she would take my phone. T
he tears flowed again. I tried telling her my feelings, but she cut me off, "Don't talk back to me." I sobbed, "I am not talking back mommy, I am just telling you, my feelings. Forget it. I'm going to cook lunch." This is what happens when you're born into a Filipino household. Can't have a damn conversation with your own parents.
Every time you talk about your feelings, it's considered talking back. When you're defending yourself, it's considered talking back. But it's okay for them to disrespect you even when you are not and trying your best. Most Asians get trauma from their childhood. It doesn't matter what kind of trauma; everyone has their own trauma.
"I am sorry darling, okay? I am sorry, what were you going to say?" I scoffed and told her that I forgot about it. At some point, sorry means nothing and I get tired too. I'm a human too.
But hey, it's true, I indeed forgot about what I was going to tell her, I have a memory of a goldfish. All I think of right now is how she dismisses me instead of listening to me. We hung up and I cried more, I sucked some tears in, then picked myself up and turned on my laptop to look at some emails.
VIU has emailed me how to accept the admission letter, but my parents and I still had to talk about it. I starred the email to come back to it later. My phone rang and my Filipino best friend is video calling me. I answered on the second ring, and she asked me how I was feeling.
"I don't know. I was hitting everything, crying and my mom and I talked, and she thought I was talking back when I really wasn't." Usual Filipino kids vent sessions.
"Awe b, I am so sorry. It'll get better, I know it." I noticed her voice sounds raw and like she's been crying. "Are you okay? You sound like you've been crying?" I asked, standing up and heading to the kitchen to start cooking lunch.
She told me about her abusive ex, and I knew it was nothing good. I could feel anger start to cook in my blood. I was heading to the kitchen to make some rice but here I am. "What did you do?" I stopped what I was doing and looked at her dead in the eye. "Me and him probably had sex for the last time."
