Love, a perfect tragedy

Summer, goodbye

So this is it. Bags are packed though I'm not ready to leave. Life's been weird lately and I am thanking my grandparents for saving me from anxiety I've felt with my parents since they're so obsessed working on their company and spent most of the time for it that they've totally forgot about me. I felt so alone even though I've got everything. This one-month vacation with my grandparents was a total escape from reality and despair of life. I've been having so much fun, especially shopping sesh with my newly found friends. I wish never to leave, I wish to stay here for good, and I wish moments like this would last. But of-course, it's not going to happen since I'm still studying for college this opening of school year, and it will be in Manila.

"Honey love, are you packed completely?" Nanay slowly went inside my room while I was sitting in my bed, taking some time spending with it before I leave.

"Yes nay, all set and done. Uhm, nay. Actually, Im not ready to leave". "Oh love, your tatay and I never want you to leave since we're both living alone out here. Its nice having you around but you have to finish your studies first" She said as she taps my back for comfort. "Yes nanay, but i promise I'll be back after college and stay here for good". "Of course love. You should. Ohh, come here. I will miss you" nanay walked slowly towards me and hugged me tight as if i'll be gone forever.

My grand mom is just the sweetest. One of the reasons why I wanted to stay here because she's been like a mother to me, she showed love and care that probably I've never felt with my mom. Even though she's trying to convince me that everything my parents were doing are for my own good and to have a good future at the end. Although I understand them, as a child, an only child, i could never hide the need to be loved by my parents. Nonetheless, they're giving me much material things I need, I'm still desperate for their love.

As I walk towards the car, I can't help looking around the corners of the house. Making sure I wouldn't miss a thing before I leave.

"Im going to miss this place" i whispered to my self, took a deep breath while my eyes are closed, smelt the last aroma of the place, and went inside the car.

"Honey, what was the course you're going to take?" Asked papa. "Oh, I'm having a dilemma between Psychology and Physical Therapy" I answered him what's definitely on my head. Seriously, I don't even know which is which. "Good choice, love. I hope you'll study hard and reach for your goals" he replied positively. "Aww of-course pa, I will." Papa is just the most positive person I know. He believes in me no matter what. He never fails to motivate me. Well, he's my hope provider.

As we travelled to the airport, I could feel melancholy way back home. While listening to a song (Break Away by Kelly Clarkson) I feel motivated inside. Right then, I remembered the positive charisma of my Papa. From now on, I consider Break Away as my motivation song, so that I could stay positive through whatever.