When I was 7 years old, I never failed to remind my Mom to enroll me at a Karate class. But ofcourse, aside from getting "No" as an answer, she'll end up pretending.
"Did I made a promise? No right?"
"When did I tell you that?"
"I'm sorry, masyado akong busy. Let's talk about that next time."
Namulat ako sa mundong 'to na walang kinikilalang ama. Ang tanging alam ko lang ay mahilig ito sa larangang Karate. Na siyang dahilan upang gustuhin ko rin 'yon. At dahilan upang mas lalo lamang itong kamuhian ng aking ina.
What happened to my parents?
I entered a Karate class secretly noong 1st year highschool, obviously I enjoyed learning skills and techniques although hindi pa full ang mga kaalaman ko doon or should I say, basics. Dalawang class lang 'yon at hindi na naulit dahil nalaman agad ni Mom. Siyempre wala akong nagawa at walang magagawa. Who would take time to hide if your mom was an FBI agent and surrounded by her beloved fellows? Palagi akong bantay-sarado sa kung sinu-sino mang kakilala niya dito sa Pilipinas. Oh yes what a great freedom.
I stopped liking this thing called Karate. What's the point anyway? There's no and will be no chance for me to have fun. But things changed when I once caught in danger. It gave me reasons to trust myself. Strong enough to trust the process.
Little did I know, it'll lead me to love, sacrifices and death.
BINABASA MO ANG
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RomanceShe's positive and contented. But something's missing, a part of her life was missing. Is it the 'Karate' thing that she always wanted since she was a kid? Or the fact that she haven't met her father? He's often childish and full of secrets. But som...
