CHAPTER XXIII HOLDING ON

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JOHANN

THREE YEARS EARLIER

Sabi ko sa sarili ko baka nga ito ang para sa akin. Alam ko makakabuti to sa akin kasi ang totoo kung hindi ko gagawin to maaring hindi ko na makikilala ang sarili ko. Dad want this so maybe do I.

Lahat ng tao sinasabi na masama siyang tao. Na pera lang ang mahalaga sa kanya. Na iniwan niya si Mommy after he got his part. That he used Mom. Dad didn't say anything instead he let those rumors spread and he let those bullshit people believe in it. I didn't hate Mom for this. I couldn't blame her, after all Dad didn't have a time for us. SHe chose that guy and leave Dad. Yon yong masakit kasi naniniwala siyang tama lang ang ginawa niya. Tama nga ba? Sana nga tama .

Everything was settled. Kailangan ko nalang pumasok sa loob at simulang tanggapin na si God lang ang makakatulong sa akin. Dad was on my side, breathing indistinctly looking afar.

"This will be the best place for you"

"I want to paint Dad.."

"A Priest can be a painter..you can still paint.."

Pilit kong wag umiyak kasi alam ko this was all my fault. I pushed him to decide this for me. I reached his peak and I deserved this.

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