He left to pursue his dream. She tried to stop him but ended up letting him go. The raw familiar feeling she felt when she heard his voice over the phone. That's when inflamed feelings started to rise again.
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I am a mistake. My parents fought for their love despite knowing that my grandmother will destroy their relationship. In the en, they broke up because my father had to marry someone else. Someone that's Chinese. Kasal na si Papa ng malaman ni Mama na buntis siya. Sinabi ni Mama kay Papa na magkaka-anak sila pero pinagtabuyan niya lang si Mama.
My mother went back to the province and gave birth to me. When I was 3, she met my step-father and they got married. I have 2 younger step-brothers on my mother's side and 1 step-sister on my dad's side.
I question myself sometimes, where do I belong? And I answered that for myself.
"Dahil malapit na ang father's day, iguhit ninyo ang iyong Papa at ikaw. Sa ibaba ay sulatan niyo ng letter," ani ng teacher namin.
"Okay po!" my classmates said in unison before starting our drawings.
In my 9 years of existence in this world, hindi ko pa nakikita si Papa kahit isang beses kaya hindi ko alam anong iguguhit ko. Tinitigan ko ang papel sa aking harapan bago tumungo sa guru para mag tanong.
"Teacher, di ko pa nakikita si Papa. Anong gagawin ko?" I asked. My classmates started laughing.
"Wala kang Papa, Irene? Haha! Kawawa ka naman!"
"Kawawang, Irene! Buti pa ako may Papa!"
"Ulila! Ulila!"
I glared at the boy who called me an orphan.
"Tanga hindi ako ulila! Buhay pa mga magulang ko sadyang naghiwalay lang sila kaya di ko pa nakikita si Papa!"
"Irene..." our teacher said in a warning tone.
"Sila naman ang nagsimula ah!"
"Still..."
I rolled my eyes at her and went back to my seat. I just drew my Lolo and me. Pagkatapos ng klase nanlaki ang aking mga mata nang makita siya.
"Lolo!" I excitedly ran towards him and hugged him tightly. He sat down to level our eyes, hugging me back.
"Kamusta ang klase mo, apo?"
He's in his late 60's but he looks younger than his age.
"Pinaguhit kami ng teacher namin ni Papa at ako dahil malapit na raw ang father's day."
I saw a hint of pain in his eyes. Ginulo niya ang buhok ko at tumawa.
"Lolo naman!" I pouted and fixed my hair. He stood up and held my hand.
"Tara! Bibilhan kita ng icepop!"
"Icepop! Yey! Tamang tama dahil napagod talaga ako sa pag guhit."
He laughed and messed my hair again. Nang makarating kami sa convenience store pinapili niya ako anong kulay ang gusto ko. Kinuha ko ang pula at kumuha rin siya ng dilaw. We sat on the bench outside and looked at the busy people passing by.
