Deanna
"Miss Wong, where's your term paper? Today is the last day of submission."
Nakataas ang kilay na tanong sa akin ni maam.
What? Last day? Shit I forgot!
Kung alam ko lang, di na sana ako papasok.
Now all my classmates' eyes are on me.
Nakatungo lang ako habang pinapagalitan ni Prof.
Ayoko sa lahat ay yung napapahiya ako eh.
Tsss..
"I will give you a chance, submit your term paper on or before 5pm. Pag tapos ng working hours ko at wala ka naipasa, you will repeat this subject. Are we clear?"
I just nodded and went back to my seat.
Edi ibagsak niya, who cares?
May gawin man akong maganda sa buhay ko o wala, same lang din.
Sermon.
My father has this talent that whatever I do, he will find a reason to consider it wrong. For him, I was always wrong. I never did anything right.
That's my life.
From the moment I was born to two years ago, I was his favorite. He always give what I want. Even those I didn't ask, he will offer it to me.
But a sudden twist of events happened.
I told him I like girls.
He was always proud of me. I loved basketball and he even watch each and every game. I loved music especially playing drums and he bought me a complete band set. That is why I can play guitar and piano aside from drums.
He even put up my own music studio sa house namin sa Cebu.
Hello? Are basketball and drums a girly thing?
I never wore skirts aside from the school uniform.
That is why I told him about my sexual preference in a nonchalant manner.
But his reaction dropped like a bomb.
He said things I never thought I will hear.
I was hurt. And still hurting.
We even transfer here in Manila because of it. Kahit ang mga kapatid ko nagalit sa akin. Hindi dahil sa inamin ko kundi dun sa paglipat namin.
We are one of the prominent families in Cebu. Hundreds of employees were working in our canning factory. Eh yung mga malls at restaurants pa?
It's like we own the world there. A happy and wealthy life plus the environment. I never appreciated before how comfortable our house is. Dito sa Manila ang sikip, ang gulo at sobrang heavy ng traffic. Nasanay ako na hatid sundo ng driver. Kasi di mo basta-basta malalakad mula sa pinto ng bahay namin hanggang sa gate.
