I HATE BIRTHDAYS
I hate birthdays ever since. I also don't celebrate birthdays.
Do you know why?
My father died when I was 10 years old, I started hating birthdays on my tenth birhtday.
I cried a lot, a year passed. It was my eleventh birthday, because of sadness on what happened to my dad, my mom died.
I cursed birthdays. Nawala ang mga pinakamahalagang tao sa buhay ko.
I became happy when I met this girl named Ara. I courted her and after ten months she became my girlfriend.
It was my birthday when Ara and my brother planned a surprise for me.
That was my 21st birthday. I am going to enter our house when my brother called me.
"Kuya teka lang 'wag ka munang papasok," he shouted.
"Bakit naman, Kerby? " I asked him.
"Basta kuya sumunod ka nalang." habang pinipiringan niya ako ay nakarinig kami ng putok ng baril mula sa loob ng bahay.
Tumakbo ako nang mabilis papasok sa aming bahay. Nagulat ako nang makita ko siyang nakahandusay sa sahig.
She died on my 21st birthday, my life became worthless.
Pagkatapos ng isang taon, nakamove-on ako. Kasama ang kapatid ko. Ngunit hindi parin ako tinigilan ng parang sumpang bumabalot sa bawat kaarawan ko.
Dahil sa 22nd birthday ko namatay ang kapatid ko.
"This is the last time, I am going to cut this curse." Those are my final words before killing myself.
And these are the reasons why I hate birthdays, how about you? do you still like birthdays?
