mom went back home from the hospital with dad for his check up with a heavy heart--or so at least i thought. there's no other reason why mom would've ranted like that.
"ikaw, demonyo ka," she said with eyes that could've pierced any material.
"tao ka pero hindi ka tao. sinabi mo bakla ka? hindi ka tao, demonyo ka," pointing me with her index finger, trying to restrain herself.
"pinagtatawanan tayo sa buong compound!"
i understand her. maybe upon seeing results from dad's lab tests, although not necessarily meaning that dad's dying or even has something as little as a cough, the faint hope that she has in her heart almost died. she was just concerned for her one true love.
"kung hindi kayo naaawa sa sarili niyo, maawa kayo sa nagpapaaral sa inyo."
then on and on she went with us being bad children, and that how she thought wrong that having twins WAS lucky.
but i never thought that that would be the day when she finally calls me the demon.
i was infront of the laptop on my bed but when she stormed in the room, i did nothing but look her in the eye and start crying. i made so many mental notes i'm sure i've forgotten most of them like how i'll show everyone how successful i'll be, not just for me but for my family and for my nonoi as well.
i'm getting tired of this. i wanna get things done and over with. i guess there are just some things that would rather have me not talk about. less talk, more action.
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wait a minute, does she ever think that dad may have been working (yeah right) hard for other people? well, i can't blame her if she doesn't. sabi nga nila, keep telling yourself things you'd like to believe over and over again till you believe it.
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