It’s winter time and the coldness was wrapping around this place. I was staring on the window, looking at the snow wondering where life has brought me. Everything happened so fast, it was like yesterday when everything seems perfect, when everything seems right, when everything seems like it’ll last forever, and when everything I believed in still existed. But I was wrong; I now know that I was just blinded-blinded by the hurt I felt inside. It crushed me slowly- so slow that my body, my heart, and my mind almost killed me. I am glad I woke up from my dream- a dream that caused my melancholy.
“Look at this, sweetie. Isn’t it lovely?” My mom is bringing the bride’s maid dress I’m going to wear for my sister’s wedding tomorrow. A blue green floral laced knee-length dress that looks adorably amazing. I was amazed by the design of the dress. My sister really is a girl of true beauty- a beauty that can be seen in her actions, in the way she talks, and in the way she does everything. That’s why no wonder she was my mom’s-oh no! Scrap that!-everybody’s favourite-well, not my dad.
I am Gabrielle Elizabeth Moreno Crisanto, 26 years of age, born, raised and currently working as an Editor-in-chief in one of the well known news paper in the Philippines. I was born a natural Father’s girl; I was my dad’s favourite but never my mom’s friend. Maybe, a factor of this was I grew up with my dad. I have a sister, Emily-she’s the one getting married and she grew up with my mom. Also, I have a brother who grew with me and my dad, Francisco. I am the boyish type, play on volleyball and basketball court, watch drag racers, and lock myself into the room and write. I just don’t like the idea that I wear high heels, make up on daily basis and go wild on parties pretending to be one of the hot ladies in town.
“Mom, why does she need to get me as her bride’s maid?” I sounded annoyed, so my mom looked at me with her eyes like killing me. I shut my mouth then I just bowed down my head. She stood up and she was about to talk but I stood up with her.
“Mom, just put the dress on my bed and leave it there. Don’t worry. I’m fine and I will be fine.” I walked out the room and left my mom without giving her any chance to talk. It’s just annoying. I went straight to the kitchen, look for something that can help me at this moment, vodka.
“What’s my princess doing in the middle of the night holding a glass with vodka?” My favourite man appears on the door as I was sitting beside the pool.
“Hey, dad.” He just sat in front of me and looked at me, so I started looking down because at any moment, I feel like breaking down.
“Does it still hurt?” So, he started a conversation that might give me fluffy eyes tomorrow at my sister’s wedding.
“I don’t know. Everything seems to feel fresh again. But, don’t worry dad. Everything’s bearable.” He smiled at me; we understood our gestures and saying I’m ok means closing a conversation.
“Your mom is a bitch. Isn’t she?” I laughed then looked at him.
“All my life you always say she’s not, but I never believed you. I just proved that I was right in not believing you lately, 2 weeks ago.” I smiled at him then he laughed. We both know that my smile possess the sadness that’s creeping my soul.
“Oh sweetheart, I’m just kidding. Your mom just knows what best for her children.” I knew he didn’t mean saying mom is a bitch- well, I do still believe.
“Yea. For Emily.” He hugged me then the whole night, we just talked like what we always do. Talk about life, talk about the things we do. It's our favourite bonding-talking with each other.
It was midnight when we decided to sleep. Talking to my father was helpful to ease a little bit of pain inside me, somehow, talking to him made me realized that I have a reason to smile-him. Well, now, one thing's for sure- tomorrow wil be a great day.
