I was raised with a simple life, living with big dreams. So I have no time for unnecessary things.
I needed to work at an early age to pay my fees in school.
Then once upon a time, there is a happy couple waiting for a baby girl to come into this world. Her dad is the one who named her Lia, means bearer of Good News. They are all so happy when she came, until that tragedy happened.
Sadly we, who belong on the lower society are the one who's being discriminated and not given with importance.
My Dad died because of drug accusation, without proving himself. He was mercilessly killed.
I was toddler that time when men's raid our home.
My mom told me to go to my room, I said yes, but I really don't.
Curious of what's happening, with my own two eyes I see how they judge him and point the gun to his head. I saw how he beg, how he beg for his life.
Then suddenly in a blink of an eye, I heard a tremendous noise that made me shiver. It was traumatic to me, especially to my mother seeing your great love dies in front of you.
People judge easily. I'm used to it, if you're beautiful or an elite of the society, people praised you but you have to deal with fakeness.
Too many pros and cons, no matter who or what you are.
Mom tried to explain it to everyone, convincing that my Dad is innocent, but everyone was blinded by the power. Even in my dad's burial no one went. No one came, even those friends he helped. Nothing, no one. Except for his family. They know how much wonderful person he is. They know how kind his heart is. But mostly God knows.
No matter how many good things you did to a person it's still the bad one they'll see, even it's not proven.
"I left your medicine over the table Mom." She just nodded and look to the window again. She's always like that. Looking too far and in a deep thinking.
The Doctor said soon she'll recover.
It's started during my junior year. When our business got bankrupt. I saw her miserably crying in the front yard of our old house.
Then one day, here we are at their province.
Actually I like the ambiance here. Most specially the people, maybe because they didn't know our past. So adjusting here was so easy.
Our home is classic and it was the first big house here. All of them are aware that we got a bunch of wealth, yes, but that was from yesterday.
My eyes caught the clock.
I'm going to be late. I need to hurry.
It's the last month of school year, next year would be the most challenging for me. I'm planning to study to the next city. It's a little too far and the time of travel is about an hour.
I'm just worried about Mom. I don't want her to be alone, but how about my study?
There's a public university near here, it was located at the hill top and I heard that it provides a good education too. But I don't dreamed to study there.
I usually rode tricycle going to my current school and sometimes going home, if our dismissal is late.
During Friday night, I babysit Tita Helga's daughter. She's cute and kind so it's not hard for me taking care of her.
During Saturdays, I managed our computer shop. I'll open again in the afternoon and close it before eight in the evening. During Sundays after mass, I open our shop and do some crafts to sell online.
