روايات وقصص ضمن Recollections

Kaya niya bang harapin si Rence nang maayos? Umilaw ulit ang screen ng cellphone niya at tiningnan iyon. There’s a news report on the TV she couldn’t understand. It looks like it’s about a gala, or something. From: Rence I miss you. Imbis na maramdaman ang epekto ng text ni Rence, she felt horror when she saw a familiar image on the TV. Her memory was blank of the night where everything happened but that frame and hair, that’s the same with those memories haunting her no matter how much she wanted to forget.

mahinang sabi niya at masakit na tumawa dahilan para makagat ko ang ibabang labi. Yeah right. Painful memories first. Wala akong idea kung may masaya siyang ala-ala mula pagkabata. “T-The doctor’s right. My selective memory will make me remember painful if there’s more painful memories than happy memories. Then the last memory I would remember are my happiest days,” ang namamaos niyang boses ay nagsenyales na naluluha at nasasaktan siya. Ngunit wala akong magawa.

Gising na pala siya, hindi ko naman napansin. “Oh, ano? Binabangungot ka na naman? Feeling ko talaga may parte si Sella, April at Melody sa buhay mo eh. Wala ka namang sinasabing may amnesia ka. Natatandaan mo pa naman ang nakaraan mo, diba?” Medyo inis na may halong kuryosidad niyang tanong.

“Is there anything I can do to support her through this process? I just want to see her smile again and have a chance at a normal life.” Tumango ang doktor na may ngiti sa labi nito. “Your presence and support are crucial. Reconnecting with loved ones can often serve as a catalyst for memory recall. Encourage her to engage in activities she enjoyed before, and perhaps spend time looking at old photographs or talking about shared experiences. It might help trigger some of those present memories.”

"I have allergies with memories, specially to those full of shits one." ***** Marie Mendoza @ThirdTeeYet

I said directly to Fourth na ikinatitig niya rin sa akin. “Malinaw na ngayon ang lahat ng nangyari sa’kin, but I still can’t remember some things. Naaalala ko na lang na nagising ako sa hospital, that I was pregnant and gave birth, until I encountered Fourth na hindi ko nakilala noon. I can still remember what happened in the past, but the thing is --,” I said, and tita Cleo continued what I was about to say. “You can’t remember my Uno, ang panganay ko,” she said, and I just nodded at her.

They slipped away from me like water through my fingers, leaving me with nothing but the ache of knowing I had seen something important, something that belonged to me. Pero ngayon… it feels different. Hindi na lang basta dumadaan. I remember them. I can still see them when I close my eyes, still feel the warmth of those embraces, the laughter, the way my heart used to beat in those moments. The memories don’t fade like before; they stay, lingering, haunting me. I can recall the man’s voice whispering my name, the way he called me his wife, the way his lips touched mine. I can recall the happiness, the love, the weight of belonging that came with it. I can recall it all, vividly, like it just

I really want to know because I can't remember much of my past. My memory starts with a white ceiling and a smell of medicine, in short ay sa ospital. I was 10 years old back then. I tried remembering about what happened bago ako napunta roon, pero wala akong napala. Wala talaga akong maalala. The only thing I can recall is the noise, screams, cry, force, and pain.

"But, Tim. Bakit mo iyan natanong?" "Panay ang kwentuhan naming dalawa ng anak natin, Heilena. May advantage rin pa la ang pagiging madaldal nitong batang 'to," natatawang kwento ni Timothy. "The way she talked about us to me, unti-unti kong naalala ang lahat. Actually, I have been constantly seeing you in my memories pero pautay-utay lang iyon. It's like chunked memories at ayaw ko munang magsalita habang hindi pa klaro ang lahat sa isip ko. But just today, naging klaro ang lahat sa isip ko. I finally remembered you, us. At hindi mo alam kung gaano mo ako pinasaya."