Manic Pixie Dream Girl

Chapter 1

White room, white flowers, plangent noise, lugubrious ambiance, dark coffee, condolences, people crying out loud, and a big white coffin with a lady that's inside of it.

Oo, tama kayo.... This is a funeral. A funeral of someone so important to me, someone whom I truly love. The most important girl in my life, my mom. Life is so unfair!

My father prefers to have fun with a variety of different whores every night, which upset my mother. Despite the fact that she always had a big smile on her face, I could tell she was in a lot of pain because I could see it in her eyes. Even before, chaos had always been our housemate, and I didn't give a damn about it, which was a mistake.

Loud cacophony can never be removed when my parents are always together. It seems that there was always a problem with their relationship. Like they don't love each other. No....They never truly express their feelings for one another. They did not get married because of their feelings for each other. They were coerced, but their fucking parents are only interested in seeing their business succeed. Isn't that a load of bullshit?

You're absolutely correct. An arranged marriage has resulted in despair for both of them. As a result, I've never really experienced family bonding, or my parents participating in school activities, or anything like that.

My father devotes all of his time to his other lady, or he never lends us any time because my mother is only his wife, and I am only his son, and he does not consider me to be his children. My father would simply reprimand me, telling me that I should strive to be the best because I am his heir. I want to be more like him. I devoted all of my free time to reading books and gaining knowledge from them.

If I go home with a grade of 95 below, sanmadakmak na sermon na ang maririnig ko mula sa kanya. Is it possible to get a perfect score of 100? I am not yet in college, so I will not be able to maintain a perfect 1.00 GPA. "You imbecile!" "Why did you give me such a disappointing grade?" "You should always strive to be the best." "Why can't you beat that Ruby in Math and English?" "You don't deserve to be my child!" These and other phrases ring in my right ear and leave my left ear, respectively.

I know I did my best, but hearing those words can make me cry even at 3 a.m. I'm not sure why, but it does. I was always one step ahead of him, but it was never enough. Thoughts of stabbing myself with a knife occasionally enter my mind, but I have the courage to suppress them because my mother was the only one who could care for me at the time.

ingling with friends can help me overcome it so I did. It was fun being with them pero hindi maiiwasan na masermonan naman ako ng napakagaling kong tatay dahil akala niya puro barkada nalang ang alam ko.

I was the best in every subject expect for Math and English because my friend Ruby is one of a kind at hindi ko siya matalo dun. Muntik na din akong matalo ni Dia, kaibigan ko din, sa Science kaya galit na galit ang walang kwenta kong tatay sakin. Wala akong ginawa kung hindi maging best sa lahat para kahit papaano maging proud naman sakin ang tatay ko pero kahit kalian, hindi iyon nangyari.

But it's a good thing that my mother continues to show concern and affection, even though my father does not provide me with the love and attention that I require as his son. My mother is in charge of the business operations because my father devotes all of his time to leisure and his ladies. My mother is, without a doubt, a remarkable woman. She was able to balance her time between me and the business.

My mom is the one who prepares my breakfast, who takes me to when I was a kid (silly but true), who prepares my snacks for school, who drives me to school, who helps me with my homework, who attends with me in my school activities, who helps me cope with my mental break down and anxieties. In short, she is my everything. But now that she is gone, I am useless in this world.