I am currently in a coffee shop, probably conducting the readings I have to attend to for my law subjects. I still have a hundred and fifty bucks in my pocket, and it all represents a whole new level of thoughts.
I can see a family in front of me, having two blueberry cheesecakes on their table (which I cannot afford as of the moment) and a variety of drinks they all had fun sipping with.
It made me think, would I experience that if my father did better? Tell me, little thinker, would I?
Would I afford buying myself not only this cheesecake coffee drink I have?
Would I afford that blueberry cheesecake as well?
Would I be spending my Sundays with my mom dressed in a maxi dress while my dad holding her hands?
Will I, would I, Can I, study her whenever I want to?
If my dad did better—can my life be so much better?
These are my thoughts, random reader. Now, we may differ in experience, but know I'm proud of you for having what I couldn't have. Know I dream of what you have in the status quo. And be grateful for what your hand can hold.
This is my character. The one who probably sit in the corner of every resto, having a peace time all by myself, admiring the family in front of me—as if they're there to follow me wherever I go.
This is my character. The envious type of protagonist nor antagonist. The one on the background, the one like a no one. We are this kind of character, we bear this kind of role.
I don't want to punish my dad, but why is he punishing this family?
Why in the world could he not care more?
Does my mom supposed to be more? These thoughts— I hope this young fathers could hear.
I am a child, a god forsaken child.
