IBRAHIM
"Tangina ka Gary! Bakit ka nag uwi ng bata?! Wala na nga tayong makain at nag uwi ka pa ng bata, jusko! Tignan mo, duguan pa at walang malay! Mukha pang banyaga, paano kung makulong ka dahil diyan, putangina mo talaga, hindi ka nag iisip, mang mang!"
I kept my eyes closed as I heard two people argue about me, I understand their language but I can't speak fluently of it.
I feel my whole body's aching, I don't know why, even if my eyes are closed, my soul is wide awake but I can't remember a thing!
I slowly open my eyes and moved my hands as the arguments slowly vanished, as I can fully see them, they looked at me with horrified eyes but it vanished when they saw my eyes.
"Jusko... Banyaga nga ata, Gary..." The woman said.
She's not an oldie I guess, she looked mid thirties and the man beside her looked the same as her, their skin tone is just an average of they called 'kayumanggi.' the house isn't that massive but I think it's already enough for it to be a shelter.
"S-Sino po kayo?" I tried to speak the Filipino language even though I struggle with it a lot, and I don't know why.
I tried to recall my name, background, where I came from, and such but hell, I can't remember, why? What's wrong with me...?
"K-Kamusta ka, Hijo? May masakit ba sa'yo?" The man approached me with worried eyes and expression.
"M-Masakit po itong... itong head ko..." I pointed my head as I tell them the truth.
The woman suddenly went to the small kitchen and got me a glass of water, "Oh eto, uminom ka at jusko, kawawa ka naman." She said.
"K-Kilala niyo po ako? S-Sino po ako?" I kept on stuttering like I was a four year old kid who doesn't know how to speak fluently. But I'm trying, I'm trying!
"Ikaw si Ibrahim, ikaw ang anak namin nitong nanay mo na si Soledad, ikaw ay labingdalawang taon na gulang na ngunit hindi nag aaral, mahirap kasi ang buhay natin at sa construction lang ako nagtatrabaho bilang mason at sa squatter lang tayo nakatira." He explained.
If I'm not studying, how did I learn English language...? "B-But... My skin color is different from you." I can't avoid but point that out.
The woman looked at her husband as she said, "Inampon ka namin at hindi ka namin tunay na kadugo kaya gano'n, pero kaya siguro wala kang maalala eh kasi naaksidente ka, naglalaro ka kasi ng turumpo nang aksidente kang mahagip ng motor, ayan! Di tuloy namin alam ang gagawin." The woman said.
"So basically... You're my parents?"
They both nodded, "B-But how can I speak English if I didn't study?"
"Anak, matalino ka kasing bata at mabilis kang maka adapt ng mga lengguwahe, napag aralan mo mag isa iyon simula bata ka pa kaya ayon ang kinasanayan mo."
"A-Ano pong tawag ko sa inyo?" I tried my best not to stutter, "Nanay at Tatay!"
They smiled as they caressed my cheeks, the woman hugged me as she whispered, "Nabiyayaan na ako ng anak sa wakas... Salamat sa diyos."
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"Ibrahim, laro na!" I looked at Mara, she's one of my friends who kept me entertained during these times, well, I have seven friends but she's the most makulit one.
"Tara!" I picked up my ball as I headed towards them, our favourite sport is basketball and even though Mara is a girl, she likes playing basketball.

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