Jacob's Eighth Collection (Major Editing)

Chapter 28: As One

Warning: Read at your own risk. Be opwn minded. Thank you :)

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(Jacob)

"Mamang Kapre, I thought you'll teach me how to make and fly kite." Chase approached me and tapped me on my back.

I scratched my nape, honestly, I do not how to make kites. What can I do? When I was young, si Amdrade lang lagi ang kasama ko. No one taught me how to ride a bike, fly kite or even abc's.

I do have parents, but they were busy making money. Their world is business. Day and night, they're working, without even knowing that their only child, needs time.

Napakarami kong hinanakit sa kanila. They were a big part, who I am now. Isa sila sa mga dahilan kung bakit naging ganito ako. Aloof and violent.

My parents never loved me, they just want me to be their heir. Some says rich kids are lucky, because we were born with silver spoons in our mouths, yet they didn't know that we just want to be like them.

No one knows how difficult it is to be in our place. Kakain ka sa napakahabang lamesa, na ikaw lang ang nakaupo, maids in line. Matutulog ka, no one tells you a story. You'll wake up next morning, still the same. You'll go to school, maiingit sa classmates mo na hatid sundo ng Mom and Dad nila. You'll go home, no one will ask how's school. Even birthdays and holidays, wala sila.

It's hard to live in a house na hindi halos nagkikita kita ang mga tao. Are they even worth it to be called parents?

And then I met Sandra, who left me without a valid reason. That's why I am who I am right now.

At ngayong ama na ako, I don't want my children to suffer. Hangga't kaya ko, I'll do anything for them. I do not want them to experience those things I've been through.

I'll be a good father. Ayokong kamuhian nila ako.

"Mamang Kapre! I am talking to you!" Nagsimula na namang mangunot ang noo nya.

"Ahh.. How will I say this? Uhh.. Son, honestly, Dad do not know how to make kite." I honestly said. Nalukot ang mukha nya at matama akong pinagmasdan.

"Haay. I knew it." He said then sighed. He's dissaponited.

"Don't worry son, I'll search how." Kumbinsi ko sa kanya but he just smiled. A smiled that melts my heart.

"No need Mamang Kapre, let's play na lang." He said and held my hand. Pwede bang umiyak?

"Dad! Chase! I want to play too." That little voice. They approached is. Karga karga ni Althea si Chans. I smiled at her. It's been a week since that party and I'm glad dahil simula noon nakakapag usap na kami ng maayos. We have a longer conversations than the usual. Hindi tulad dati na halos parang hindi kami magkakilala.

My twins. Hindi maipagkakaila ang malaking pagkakaiba nila.

Makikilala mo agad si Chase because of his serious aura and wrinkled forehead. He is a one word kid too. Masungit sya, pilosopo at kung umasta parang isang matanda, yet he's just protecting his Mother. That's the good thing about him.

While Chans, makulit sya at sweet. He's definitely an artist too. Palatanong sya at clingy. He's a wonderer. Pero kahit ganoon naiintindihan nya ang mga bagay bagay. He love his Mom so much. At hindi ko sya masisisi. Five years syang nangulila kay Althea, kaya ngayon dikit sya ng dikit dito.

May pagkakaiba man, sa isang bagay sila nagkakasundo. They're too protective pagdating sa Mom nila, even me, pinagbabawalan nila kung minsan. They don't mind the gap between them.

"Okay. What do you want to play ba?" Chase asked. Ito pa ang ugaling gusto ko kay Chase. He's not selfish. Mapag paraya sya. He's acting like a big brother to Chans. Kung anong gusto ni Chans, handa nya yung ibigay kahit kapalit pa nun ay ang sarili nyang kasiyahan.