Arts.
I've always been in love with arts.
It's not just my passion. It's not just my dream. But, it's my life. I've always wanted to be an artist.
I don't even know how I got into this. Sabi nila, kaya hindi nilikhang tapos ang tao ay dahil walang nakakaalam kung ano ang kahihinatnan niya mula sa kaniyang kapanganakan, o
magiging sino siya sa kaniyang paglaki. Pero nasa sinapupunan pa lang ata ako ni mama, ay alam ko ng magiging artist ako paglaki ko.
"Hey, do you want to go to Tita Alys stall?"
I heaved a sigh and faced the man beside me who's been watching me intently.
"'Wag na..." I said.
Kumunot ang noo niya at bahagya pang natawa.
My brother Harid De Montreal is just a year older to me. He knows that I love arts. He supports me though, actually, alam din ng mga pinsan ko and they support me too. Kung si mommy at daddy naman ang tatanungin, wag nalang natin pag-usapan.
"Woah, that's new. You sure you don't want to visit tita Alys stall? Baka may bago siyang mga painting doon."
"Wag na nga kuya, nakabisita naman na ako noong isang araw." I smiled to him, reassuring him that it's definitely okay.
Okay?
Okay nga lang ba?
"I know you wanted to go there. I heard dad talk to you last night. Ano'ng sabi niya?" matigas niyang tanong.
This is the side of Harid that I don't want to see nor encounter. Nakakatakot. He has this side na pag sobrang seryoso niya na, pag galit na talaga siya, he can control anybody.
And you don't want a Harid De Montreal control you.
Baka pati tae ng kalabaw na pag inutos niyang kainin mo, eh makakain mo nalang because you have no choice.
"You're so serious, kuya. Stop it, nakakatakot ka pag ganyan." I said trying to make the atmosphere light.
Huminga siya ng malalim.
"Nea, don't ever forget that I am just always here for you. I will support you in everything. I know there's this thin line between you and your dream right now. But, I promise as your brother, I'm willing to do everything just so you could reach your dream." seryoso niyang sabi.
Oh god. Thank you for giving me a brother like him.
Nagbabadya na ang luha sa aking mata. Pero bago pa man ito tumulo ay tumawa na ako para pigilan ito. Tinutusok tusok ko siya sa tagiliran.
"Ang sweet naman ng dear brother ko. Aw, I'm so touched." I said while hugging him.
Nakita kong pumula ang tenga niya kaya naman natawa ako.
"Stop that..." suway niya.
Nginitian ko nalang siya. Ngumiti rin siya pabalik tapos ay nagpatuloy na kami sa paglalakad. Bawat nadadaanan namin ay napapalingon ang tao sa amin. I could even hear their whispers.
"De Montreal genes is no joke!"
"Ang guwapo talaga ni Harid!"
"Gosh, gusto nalang ata maging De Montreal"
This is one of the reason kung bakit gusto ko nalang sa bahay. I hate how people look at us. It's like we're a gem na kung titignan nila ay mamahaling bagay and so scared to get scratched.
Well that's how being a De Montreal life goes.
You have to deal with everybody. You to have deal how they are going to interact with you. And, you have to deal these kind of stares everyday.
