Kwento Ng Aking Buhay Novels & Stories

Under the streetlight, I caught a glimpse of his eyes—red and tired. I smiled. "No stress. I eat well, sleep well. Of course I've filled out a bit." I used to be barely hanging on—5'7", barely 99 pounds. Back then, I was stuck taking care of him, stewing over how obvious his thing for someone else was. Lost my appetite day after day. Slipped into a mild eating disorder without even realizing. It wasn't until I came to Inglane that I started healing. Started looking—and feeling—like myself again.

Nakatutok lang ang mata ko sa kanya, nakukulangan pa rin ako sa kanyang paliwanag. Hindi siya makapaniwala na tumingin sa akin, na para bang sinasabi niya na mali ang ideyang kwestyunin ko siya. "Iyon ang nararapat, gusto ko nang maayos na buhay niyong dalawa ng ate mo." "Maayos ba ang buhay natin, mama? Ito po ba ang definition mo ng maayos na buhay?" Hindi ko gawain na manumbat, pero tila sa sinabi niyang iyon hindi ko mapigilan ang sarili ko.

My breath was getting heavy and my body was aching, and yet the light was still out of my reach, "Why do you keep moving?!" I shouted at the light and noticed it had stopped its movement, "You finally stopped? Why?" I asked myself before taking a step forward and watched the light move as well. "Please, I just want to go home!" I shouted as the light continued its torture game with me, "I want to go see Dime, I want to make it to graduation, I want to make it to be an author, and I want to make it in my career!" I cried as I let my body collapse onto the ground as my eyes cried rivers of tears,

Dalawang taon ang nakalipas mula ng dumating ako rito ay naging maayos ang takbo ng buhay ko. Paunti unti nakakasanayan ko na ang mabuhay sa bagong kapaligiran at taong nakakasalamuha ko. Bagama't nasa puso at isip ko pa rin ang pangungulila kila Nanay at Seb. "Bakit ba ang tagal mo? Alam mo namang hindi nag tatagal si Mr. Lo dito eh." "Sorry na okay? Kung sana kasi hindi mo ako na-impluwensyahan ng panonood ng k-drama ede sana maaga akong natutulog at nagigising."

May mga tao din naman na kahit anong pilit nating alagaan, kusa nalang aalis at mawawala. Ganito talaga siguro ang buhay. Isang sugal na walang kasiguraduhan kung mananalo ka o matatalo. Isang sugal na ang tanging kabayaran ay ang iyong buhay. Sa edad kong labing pito hindi ko pa din alam kung ano ba ang purpose ko bakit ako nabubuhay sa mundong 'to. Matagal ko ng itinatanong 'to sa isipan ko, ngunit hanggang ngayon ay hindi ko pa din 'to masagot. Nananatili lang akong nakikisabay sa agos ng buhay.

Ang Pinto SA simula palang ay napapansin ko na ang kakaiba sa kanyang mga ikinikilos, mga katahimikan na lumilikha ng isang maingay na alingaw ngaw na bumabasag sa aking mga tengang nasasabik sa kanyang mga salita. Madalas sarado ang pintuan ng kanyang kwarto, hindi ko man lang narinig maski ang lagitgit nito. Ang dating masayahin at pala-ngiting anak ay napalitan ng mga salubong na kilay, at kadalasang kayamutan, nangyayari ito sa tuwing maghahanap kami ng sagot minsan sa mga kumustahan sa bahay habang nakukuha namin ang oras niya. Nakababang mga mata, at tipid na mga salita, tumitindig na parang isang pinuno sa kung anu man ay 'di naman alam.

It seemed as if someone was choking him and he was having some difficulty breathing. “Hi, umm granny. Pleasure meeting you.” Kevin greeted politely. Strange, the word granny sounded more like a question than a straight address. Something’s definitely fishy around here. “Okay, let’s celebrate now, shall we?” Aunt Mary cheered. We cut the cake and enjoyed the night. Uncle George put on this beautiful country song named Livin’ on love by Alan Jackson and we all started danced on our own pace. I so wished time stopped here and I could hold the moment so close to my heart. We took turns dancing with each other in a circle and yes, I landed on his arms. He placed his hands on my back as I placed m

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“Do you think putting on this pitiful act will make me forgive you?” "My father's death, the ten years Amy and I lost, it's all because of you! How dare you!" His eyes reddened with rage, and his grip tightened, causing me pain. Holding back my tears, I clasped my hands together, silently begging him to let me go. This was something I’d learned while living on the streets. Whenever I was beaten, if I begged like this, they’d lose interest and leave me alone. But I forgot—this was Carter in front of me, the person who hated me most in this world.

My silence only angered Vivian as she sneered at me, "Jason put on a suicide act, so now you're copying him too? You're a grown man. Why are you still acting the same as before?" I still said nothing. Or maybe it was better to say I simply did not know what to say. I didn't know whether Jason had truly wanted to die, but when I couldn't reach my asthma medication, I had truly wanted to die. I suddenly felt there was nothing worth living for anymore. I had failed at everything; whether as a husband, a father, or a son. But now, I finally saw things clearly after Death's ice-cold hands brushed through my skin. I had spent my life thinking about everyone else, yet I had kept neglecting myself.