My Shadow Memories
By: Lycan
"An amazing true to life story of some of my friend. The modification of the names are subject for the privacy and confidentiality of the persons involve including the story teller."
In my life, I have experienced ups and downs together with the memories I will never forget. In this so called friendly world, there are instances that I would say that the more I tolerated myself; I end up being at the unlucky side. There are some highlights I want to share to the world. It could be fun or less than interesting however, a little bit reminisce is surely my way of donating one of those things I want to show some lessons and learning during my past years of my life.
On January 22, 1992, a boy was born in Iligan city. Yes, that’s me who got the name “Lycan.” They say that my name was taken from a king or a famous hero but it really doesn’t matter because I am not that heroic anyway right? My mom, Lyca Ali, is one of the best mothers I have. Although she is the only one, I always depend on her in terms of my needs and at the simple basic needs. I usually ask her to cook food for me because I always know that she knows my likes and dislikes. My dad, John, is one of the people I idolize most. He is a politician and yet a very caring person. His father responsibility complies completely towards us and I have no regrets to be a son to him.
At the age of 3, I was borrowed temporarily by my Aunt Jasmin who lives in other side of city. She took me to her home in Zamboanga City. Since I’m still young that time, I only remember when I was with Kuya Ares (from the mythological hero Ares, the God of War), my cousin, whom I play with at home especially in the bedroom where we fight through pillows and wrestle until we end up being sweaty. I also remember when he usually tickles me until I peed on my pants. I usually call him the “300 Spartans” nowadays because he usually boasts that he can defeat 300 people one at the same time. That’s funny since he really is the god of boasting, I mean the god of war (Put it that way).
At the Age 4 and after spending a year in the same place, my mother took me and returned home in Hometown City which is my real place. At that time, I called dad as uncle since I kind of forgot whom are my parents and in the end, dad always cry due to my approach that’s why he always tried to find a way to get close to me by giving me my wants and my likes. Okay, so after a day in my hometown, I transferred from my tita Jasmin’s house to my mom’s real home in the same place. 3 months after, I was playing on the other side of the road with my friends whom I played every day although I still continued my study at school. My mom called me for breakfast and it was the day that my favorite food was cooked; fried rice with some sprinkle egg on it. I really don’t know what do I call that food but really it’s tasty and salty and I would really never forget about that to my mom. And so, I rushed at home and crossed the road. Missed by fortune, I was slammed by a running red coasted and so I flew away. Damn, that hurts when I remembered that incident however I still thank God that only my right thumb toe is the only one broken and no specific fractures on my body has been affected and as a result, I end up in hospital.
5 months after, my parents and us (siblings) were on vacation in Manila for some family bonding time. The reason is that to return the solid relation between us and our parents. Infact it’s not only I who am sent outside home as a temporary son of some of my tita but also my brother Paul who is adopted somehow by other relatives. Few days after, we tried to visit Manila Zoo and I thought it was one of the best days to see monkeys and snakes however, I end up being lost in a very big zoo and I really didn’t know what I should do that time. An hour and half, dad saw me under the cages of Orangutans who are screaming as if they were being punished. It was funny that we are in a chorus situation whereas I cried too much while my background voice is the monkeys around me mimicking me with the same altitude of tune I was singing my ‘cry-song.’ dad scolded me and I end up being too much ugly in our pictorial right after they saw me because abi gave me a remarkable gift, a very painful pinch at my belly. That’s gotta hurt.
