I posted this prologue a long time ago on Wattpad Filipino Block Party in 2018. I decided to post it here na lang para hindi na mahirapan ang iba sa paghahanap. I think masusulat ko si Rosh next year or after five years pa ata? l did not edit this version so you'll read my writing style pa during 2018 (if you're my long-time reader, maybe you'll see my changes and improvement, hopefully, haha!).
Once I start writing this story, I'll edit and add more that will suit my current writing style and satisfaction, though you have to wait for more stories to end pa before we face this longest story of mine! Haha! Anyway, happy reading and waiting! Si Rosh nga kayang maghintay ng 600 years, ikaw pa kaya ng mga 5 years pa ! Haha!
Prologue
From millions of mirrors around the world, with different shapes, designs, and even ages, have you ever looked at your reflection as a different person?
Did the mirror lie? Did it reflect someone else? Or did it reveal something that you can't expect?
I used to consider the mirror as the greatest producer of art, where everyone can see every root of the masterpiece in this world. But I wonder why every time I looked at my mirror, every time I looked at my eyes, my heart aches, my breathing can't settle and my hands keep reaching a non-existent realm that even my dreams can't reach...
One of the hidden mysteries in this world comes from the mirror, the sacred thing that can receive thousands of emotions and the thing that can give the most deceiving lies.
Every woman in front of the mirror has her reflection. And the moment you open your eyes, is it the woman you're expecting to be?
A woman with power comes with her great responsibility.
A woman with beauty comes with great comparability.
A woman with a brain comes with great respectability.
A woman with a smile comes with great sociability.
A woman with tears comes with great fragility.
A woman with a mask comes with great fallibility.
Every reflection of the mirror is an art and I wonder what's mine?
"Engr. Astrind Noella Fontanilla!"
Ibinaba ko ang sketch pad na hawak ko at hinarap ko na ang laptop kung saan naghihintay ang mga magulang ko.
"Hi, mom! Dad!"
"How's your work, honey? Ayos ka lang ba sa Chile?"
"Yes, may ilan sa mga minero dito ay mga Pilipino. Minsan ay nagkakausap kami." Lumawak ang ngiti sa mukha ng aking mga magulang.
It's been one week since we started to reconstruct the San Jose Mine, located in the Atacama Desert 45 kilometers north of the regional capital.
Ilang beses akong sinabihan ng mga magulang kong tanggihan ang proyektong ito, delikado at hindi nararapat sa akin.
But I chose this path, I chose this profession to live with me, and no matter how risky it is, I'll stand on it.
I am not the kind of woman who will be covered by the dust of cosmetics, and fashionable clothing and never wishes to radiate with lights of traditional women's mentality, but a woman that will proudly surge the rough profession of male society.
I am Engineer Astrid Noella Fontanilla, a petroleum engineer. One of the project engineers of one of the largest mines in the world.
And I am proud to say, with my head up high. I am a woman.
