Maybe migrating , or more like going back to a country that is no longer new yet still so unfamiliar was the hardest, most challenging and the most epic thing that had happened in my 17 years of existence.
You see, I was already living a wonderful, peaceful and comfortable life in Toronto with my awesome friends. Until a bad news for me, but a blessing in disguise to my parents, just came into the foot of our door.
The week after we got the news was an awfully depressing to me, that I had to beg my parents to stay here until I graduate in college, but they kept on disagreeing because they had to sell the house and live in their precious country-home for good, the Philippines.
The word For good petrified me a lot, but there was nothing else I could have done. I had no job, no enough money, I was still seventeen, still dependent, still beautiful and never mind. So I got no choice but to leave with these suitcases full of tears in the city I had known all my life, and had to bitterly welcome my new abode, The Philippines.
My first two weeks in the Philippines was a disaster, my whole family relatives spoke too much native and I didn't even understand all of it except for the words; ate, kuya, tita, tito, lolo, lola, mabuhay, maganda, gwapo, saan, sino, opo, po, pangit, luto and kain. And I really blamed my parents for not teaching me their native language.
Well they said they're very sorry and regretted it, but they offered me to have Filipino language lessons, which I refused and didn't bother anymore.
I was so fuming mad at that time that I had decided not to go out of my room for a day. But then I realized, I didn't just come here to die, that I had to figure things out instead of fussing the ass out of me, cause I had no other choice.
So then, I got this new perspective to reach out to them and talk to them in my grammar and accent mixed with little Filipino words. Not bad, some of my cousins were even good, so I had remembered their names; Anika, Maria and Charles. And those who were too shy to talk to me weren't known for the meantime.
Until their summer had started which was April, and so I got my long time spent wandering around the city with my three cousins and the remaining time was saved for a skype with my awesome friends left at Toronto.
Everyday as I kept on wandering, I realized that being here wasn't such a bad thing to be after all, but the struggle was still and will always be there.
One time, as I was sitting on my favorite spot in Starbucks reading The Best of me, Maria, my talkative-yet-annoying cousin, called me on the phone *obviously, where would it else be besides the phone? lol*
"Beeeeeeeeelll!" she shouted on the line, and it scared the hell out of me.
"What the hell Maria? what's gotten into you ? why are shouting?" I said as I rolled my eyes.
"Well, there is a good news you'll surely love." good news? hmm. I straightened by position.
"So we're going back to Canada?" I asked even if I knew it was impossible.
"Hell no, well, here it is, my friends and I are having an escapade or camping in the Eco Park Club and a lot of teens will be there." she said with full of excitemen.
"So you're inviting me to go in that Eco Park thingy? and then what? watch those hilarious cutie patootie animals and get hugged by some trees? No." I responded.
"But bella it's Nature!" she chuckled.
"Ooooooh Nature! sounds awesome Maria. wow!" oh great, since when did I become so sarcastic?
"I don't give a damn about the things you are blabbing about Izabella, I'm still gonna convince you!" Ooh! she's challenging me.
"Convince me" I paused.
" If you can." I added with a huge smile on my face.
"You are scaring me Izabella" and then she laughed. "I better be hung up now.." I was about to off it ..
"Wait! Wait! Eco Park Club is a huge party to be held there bella! with full of drinks, you name it, and pools of different shapes and boys! oh God! boys!" She laughed so hard that I could hear her panting.
"Ok I'll go." I said without hesitation anymore.
"What in the major fuck? That's it?!" Then she'd laugh hard again.
"You just said the magic word Maria dear." I chuckled.
"I can't believe you Izabella!"
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Hey fellow watty-readers! yay! This is my first ever attempt na mag publish ng story ko. As in! Hahaha Actually, may 4 ongoing stories pa nga akong naka stock sa computers ko eh, pero I'm still waiting for the right timing to publish them also.
By the way, nahihirapan talaga akong mag-tagalog sa sitwasyong ito guys! hahaha. Laking bisaya eh :D
Just feel free to comment and hopefully vote for this story ;) Thank you guys. -kastene
