3 is an Odd Number

Chapter 12: Missing Home

SAMANTHA

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Kamusta na kaya si Mama? Nakain ba siya ng maigi kahit wala ako? Okay lang kaya siya? Anu kaya ginagawa niya ngayon? Si Jerome. Masaya kaya ang summer niya kahit wala ako? Oh gosh! Si Francis. May laban nga pala ang liga ngayon. At wala ako sa pilipinas para mag-cheer sa kaniya at ma-witness ang galing niya sa paglalaro. Anu nang gagawin ko?

Naho-home sick na din ako dito. And I can't do anything besides mope around the house.

I miss them and the Philippines so much it breaks my heart. Well at least no one has been rude to me since the day I arrived, but whats frustrating was that this was all a lie. Grandma isn't sick at all, as Jonathan told me she'd be. Such a bastard of a liar.

Everything about him is a lie. If this was a series, I say, it would probably be like Pretty Little Liars, except that Jonathan isn't pretty cause he's a guy and well, you get the rest.

I just wish he'd told me the truth sooner, but he didn't and now I'm more enraged at him than ever. How could he?! He's my brother and I'm his sister for Pete's sake.

He hasn't changed after all. He's still nothing but a big fat douche bag of a liar. He is sick, I tell you. A sick moron. Ohh...he makes my blood boil!

I practically cried myself to sleep almost every night when I found out about this. What have I ever done to deserve such a treatment? Ilang araw na din akong nagmumukmok mag-isa sa sofa na to. Eto lang kasi ang lagi kong kasama dito sa bahay. People in this house are mostly out kasi si Tita Marie is working and Jonathan is either at school with his bunch, playing basketball.

As for grandma, well.. she's having the time of her life with her RICH friends from way back her yonder years. They're probably at a posh hotel right now, hitting the casino or maybe naghahanap pa ng boyfriend. (As if naman noh) And...I really shouldn't be caring about her anyways cause she doesn't care about me either.

"What's wrong Sammy?" Auntie Marie asked as she sat beside me on the couch. She got home early today. I must've forgotten, out of depression. She must've noticed that I'm being too quiet by staring at nothing all afternoon. I wiped a tear that accidentally escaped my eye.

"Nothing." I lied profusely.

"Oh sweetie, you can tell me anything." she cupped my cheeks with both hands so I was looking at her.

I don't know, but should I tell her? Hindi ganon ka-panatag yung loob ko sa kanya. We are not even that close. She kept her eyes glued onto me. Oh well, here goes. There's really no point in hiding it anyways. I sighed a deep one before speaking.

"I just miss my mom and my friends and my life at home." I said as I sobbed back my tears. She hugged me tight and rubbed my back soothingly as her other hand stroked my hair.

"Its okay sweetie, let it go." she lulled me into crying. Suddenly, it was too hard to breathe, then tears finally flooded my eyes and streamed down my face. I can't help it, the tears just kept coming. These tears that I've been saving up for visiting dad at the cemetery had all gone down the drain.

I should've visited him first before booking my flight. I haven't gone to his memory in years.

Oh poor me. I almost pity myself for wasting all the tears I could've shed for other matters that were worth crying for.

"Jonathan... h-he lied to me." I managed to choke out bitterly between sobs, and it tasted like a load of green uncooked OKRA. Yuck. (no offense to those who eat okra though)

I've never been so bitter in my entire life. When did I even start being bitter?

'I don't know' is my answer to that. Being bitter wasn't at all in my dictionary in the first place, but since Jonathan pushed me to my limits, it counts as an additional word to my previous lived jungle now. It's all so messed up.