Romans & histoires When God Made You My Mother

Na siyang minana ko. Kung goddess ang parent ko papahuli ba ako , ang combination ng dalawang Goddess. "Pwedeng makisali?" hirit pa ni dad. "Siyempre naman, matatanggihan ko ba 'tong pinakaguwapong nilalang na nakilala ko." Pagkatapos sabihin ni mommy ang katagang iyon ay kumindat pa ito kay daddy na kinalapad naman ng ngiti ni dad.

"Hindi ko alam na ganoon ang ginawa niya sa iyo." Isang mapait na ngiti ang pinakawalan ni Heaven, "Ano ang laban namin ni Mama sa first love ni Papa noon? I mean, naging sila lang ni Papa dahil ginawa siyang rebound ng magaling kong ama. At nang sabihin ng first love niya na may nararamdaman pa siya kay Papa ay hindi siya nagdalawang isip na iwan kami ni Mama noon."

Kung ano ang nahagilap ko ay iyon ang ipinukpok ko sa ulo niya. "Ouch! What was that for!?" "Respect your mother." Bloody, I don't know how longer I can keep up with this situation. It really makes me sick. The sudden turn of events makes me sick! I need thrill! THRILL! "Look, Voltage," It was Mother with her sweetest smile, "I don't care if you're against this. But I'll do everything I want, since I'm now your mother. And you can't do anything but to play your role well or I'll make you experience the worst. Hmmmm? ^ - ^"

I answered. Humagikgik naman siya, habang ako naman ay nanatiling nakatitig sa kaniya na may ngiti sa aking labi. She’s the mini version of my mother. Talagang hindi maipagkaiila sa kaniya ang pagiging Monastero, dahil kahit kamukha niya si Mommy, ilan namana sa ugali ni Daddy ang namana niya. “It’s because our parents are also beautiful!”

"l know... Kahit na lagi kong niloloko ang sarili ko. Lagi kong iniisip na busy ka lang kaya di mo ako naaalagaan. I know... Deep inside, alam ko kung bakit hindi mo ako naaalagaan, I am the unwanted child. Hindi ninyo sinadya ni daddy na mabuo ako. At noong nabuo ako, pwedeng pwede lang akong itapon kahit saan. I'm disposable. Least priority. No.. Not even in the list of your priorities! Alam ko iyon, mom. Alam ko 'yon pero I still chose to believe that somewhere in your heart, you'll be a mom to me. A real family. Because that's what you should be. Because you're my mother!" "Are you saying that I'm not a good mother to you!? Dahil lang dito? Dahil lang gusto kong tigilan mo si André, Gwen

“Sana ikaw na lang po ang mommy ko.” Saglit siyang natigilan sa sinabi nito. “W-what?” “Sana ikaw nalang po ang mommy ko. Kasi mas interested ka po sa ‘kin kaysa kay daddy. Maybe I’m unlovable that’s why my mother left me behind. Maybe I’m cursed.” “No,” agad niyang sansala sa mga sasabihin pa nito. “You’re not unlovable, baby. You’re not cursed either. You’re the most precious thing in the world.”

Just one hug and it makes it all better. Hinagod niya ang likod ko. “You are my son from the day you held my finger, Brandon, and I love you. I will trade my life for you if I have to. I don’t ever want to hear that I am not your mother, because I am. I may not have carried you or given birth to you, but you are my son through and through. I’m sorry for all the things I did that hurt you. Believe me, it wasn’t my intention. I just wanted to make sure you and your sister will have a better life than I have.” “I love you, Ma. Salamat sa lahat ng ginawa mo para sa akin kahit—” Kahit hindi dapat.

Ang ginawa nila, o ang katotohanang kahit ganon, mahal ko pa rin siya. “Sa buong buhay ko, you showed me how to become a good mother.” Napahinto ako, pilit kong hinahabol ang hininga na parang bawat salita ay tinutusok ang dibdib ko. “You and Dad showed me kung paano ako dapat tratuhin ng lalaking mamahalin ko. All my life, puro pagmamahal ang natanggap ko mula sa’yo. Wala akong matandaan kahit isang araw na hindi ko naramdaman na mahal mo ako, na pinabayaan mo ako.”

Kayo ang bumuo sa akin, sa inyo ko naramdaman ang pagkakaroon ng buong pamilya, ang pamilyang matatawag kong akin. Ngunit patawarin ninyo ang mommy, babies ko... Mommy is so weak... Mommy is so hurt that she can't take it anymore. I'm sorry that mommy will give up; mommy has no will to fight anymore. I'm sorry... I am so sorry, my loves, my treasure. When God allows me to be born again, I will beg Him to be your mother again. Until we meet again, my babies...