"Head Napa cabbage, kosher salt, ground pork, scallions, cilantro, soy sauce, fresh ginger, eggs, package round dumpling, wonton, or gyoza wrappers.""Those are?"My mom faced me and smilingly replied, "The main ingredients of your father's favorite pork dumpling.""Oww . . . kay?" I reacted stupidly, still trying to process what my mom wants me to do. "You're not gonna make me cook, are you?"She didn't reply. Itinuloy niya ang paghiwa ng kung anu-anong ingredients. Halatang gamay na niya ang paggawa ng mga ito."I let the maids do all the works except the kitchen. This is my place."I gave a nod. It's true, kitchen is one of my mother's kingdom. One of her dreams is to build a restaurant, but my father happened so . . ."Is this the reason why you summoned me here? Mom, you know kitchen is not my thing."Hindi ako pinansin ni mommy. Instead, she ordered me to do something. "Get the wrappers in the container.""Mommy!" I complained.Pinanlakihan niya lang ako ng mata. "Do it."I didn
Napaigtad ako nang tumama ang mamahaling flower vase ni mommy sa pader, ilang pulgada na lang mula sa balat ng aking braso. Tumalsik ang bawat pirasong bubog nito, nagkalat sa sahig. Malas lang ni dad, wala ni isa ang sumugat sa akin.With a face like a thunder, he slammed his fist down onto the table. His facial muscles are twitching, and he looked at me with those eyes seem to pop out."What did you do, Heather Cassia?!" We're in a wide four-cornered library room, and the sound of his voice etched in between of every single book in the bookshelves.Why is there a kind behavior to ask 'What did you do?!' after knowing what you actually did? Is it one of the ways to make us realize our own action and what it actually caused us?A lot of 'what did you do?' in the world and the one that has been said in a voice fuming with anger is something that shouldn't be answered.And, oh, he called me in my real name. That's not something I should ignore.So, I remained silent."Hindi ka namin hi
"Are you out of your mind, Hid? You think your suspension is not going to affect your record? What about your behavior? Ganiyan ba umasta ang isang Dean's Lister? Paano kung matanggal ka sa listahan? Paano kung hindi ka umabot sa summa cum laude? Paano kung—""Mom," I cut her off, "gusto ko nang matulog." Tumalikod na ako at nagsimulang humakbang papasok sa aking kuwarto."No, we talk!" Humarang siya sa aking pintuan. "You should apologize to you professor. My God, Hid. Major subject mo pa 'yon!""I don't say sorry to anyone, Mommy. Alam mo iyan."If there are two phrases I will never say in my life, these are 'I'm sorry', and 'I was wrong'. I will never feel sorry and will never feel wrong of my actions. Not a chance. Even if I do, I can always find a way to get away with it. I will never let anyone feel that they beat me, nor to see that I failed."But she's an exception! She's your professor, for goodness's sake!" diin ni mommy."The salvation of my pride considers no one," tamad k
Nagbunga ang gabing iyon, dalawang taon na ang nakalipas. Ang akala ko ay isang simpleng suspension lang ay nauwi sa kamalasang tumangay sa akin papunta sa buhay na impiyerno—papunta sa buhay ko ngayon.True, the past can't be undone, yet what is coming is better than what is gone. It's not late to use my head more wisely. Ah, did I just indirectly admit that I used my head less?Ipinilig ko ang aking ulo. I pushed myself to stand up. Usually, when I wake up, I feel like I am just letting the hands of the clock take me to bed again when darkness comes. Since I moved here, no single day that I anticipated the sun to shine.These past few days are too gloom, empty, boring, lifeless, name it. But today is another day. Not another day of doing the same annoying routine, but another day with a new life to offer.Halos liparin ko ang pintuan at tumalon mula sa barandilya ng palapag pababa sa first floor. Napakahaba pa naman ng hagdanan ng bahay na ito, aksaya sa oras. Kung tutuusin, mayroon
Nangyari ang hinihintay ko. Malakas na tumunog ang censor ng boutique nang lumabas ang stepmother ko na nakahawak ng handbag at dalawang paper bag.Tumingala siya, bumaling-baling sa paligid. The innocence in her eyes pushed the evil smile appear on my lips. Nang lumapit ang isang guwardiya sa kanya ay kitang-kita ko kung paano bumilog ang mga mata niya. Her shocked expression brought joy to my heart, especially when the manager, Mrs. Sandara, approached.Dahil medyo malayo ako ay hindi ko nasundan ang usapan. Lumapit ako at tuluyan silang narinig."I'm sorry but we need to inspect you, Ma'am," the manager apologetically said. "Kilala ko kayo at sa tingin ko ay hindi naman kayo magnanakaw, but the censor won't lie.""Fine." Ramdam ko ang frustration sa tinig ni stepmom. "Hindi naman ako tatakas. I will prove my innocence."Isa-isa niyang inilapag sa inspection area ang lahat ng hawak niya. Her body got scanned. As what I already know, the item is not hidden in her clothes.My vision m
"Marunong akong manuntok."Hindi ako makapaniwalang iyan ang tatlong unang salita na lumabas sa bibig ko, sa dinami-rami ng p'wedeng sabihin sa mundo.This taxi I am in is heading to a direction I never cared to learn about. Ngunit gaano man ako kahusay sa geography ng Pilipinas, alam kong wala itong maitutulong sa akin ngayon. Ni hindi ako mapagbuksan ng pinto ng anumang karunungang mayroon ako.I should've learned physical self-defense instead.Naikuyom ko ang kamao ko. "Masakit ito," walang-kuwenta kong dugtong. I know myself how stupid it is. I know.In the rear view mirror, I can clearly see the driver's pair of eyes. Umangat sa akin ang paningin niya bago muling ibinalik sa daan."Sapat ka nang kabayaran sa akin, Madam," aniya bago tumawa sa paraang nakakadiri sa pandinig.Naglumikot ang mata ko. Muling lumiko ang taxi at ibang eskinita na naman ang aming binabaybay."If you think it is funny, stop it. Kung may nakakatawa man dito ay walang-iba kun'di iyang pagmumukha mo," asik
People often say that they better die when they face a struggle they couldn't seem to overcome, or a tragedy that seems too impossible to endure.Life won't give people the challenges that are bigger than their power to overcome it. We may have limited capabilities, but we have unlimited determination. Perhaps, in my own point of view, when people think of giving up, that is because they lack of purpose.Setting a purpose or goal in life will be our drive to finish this longest ride. Think of it as a fun run. Life is a journey of fun and obstacles. In the process, you have people, you have the beauty of the world, yet when no one stayed, you are left with no choice but to take the run by yourself. You need to be stronger. You need to fuel your drive. Visualize the finish line, and it will be appearing before you could even notice it.I didn't fear death until it almost came. I realized that death is not something you could wish when life gets hard. Therefore, it's okay to fear death.
Learning is an ongoing process, a path that we should take throughout eternity. We have so much to learn, and a lot of ways on how to be able to do so.Ako, nakasanayan ko nang mag-self-study. I prefer knowing things than letting other people tell them to me. Ayaw ko sa spoon-feeding, I strive to gain knowledge. Consequently, a lot of people wishes to be like me.Whenever I achieve something, like garnering an award that raises the pride of my school, it is announced in the official page of the school. In there, a sea of comments shows me how much people want to be me.'How to be you po?' is the most common phrase I am receiving from strangers. But in the case of the people who know me or to the ones who think they do, they may not directly ask it, but I know they are saying, 'How to be not you, Heather?'I never asked that to myself, until a particular day came. Really, how to be not me?It was more destructive than a volcanic erruption, more painful than failed promises, worse than