Chasing Captivated Dreams (Part Time Series #1) | (On - going)

Simula

Part-time Series:

Part Time Series 1: Chasing Captivated Dreams

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Important Note: This series contains mature content, including strong language, discussions of social issues (e.g., violence, child abuse, gender inequality), and topics related to mental health (e.g., anxiety, depression, post-traumatic stress disorder). While this story balances its tone, it tackles serious themes that may not be suitable for all audiences. If you're searching for a flawless story, this isn't it, but it's real and meaningful in its imperfections.

First draft:
Date started: July 21, 2020
Date ended: June 7, 2021

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Simula

"Tangina ganito ba talaga kahirap magtali ng lace?!" Inis kong singhal bago ibinato ang sapatos sa gilid, this is so frustrating!

"Noona...." Napatingin naman ako sa maliit na batang yumuyugyug sa dulo ng aking damit.

Agad akong napamura ng nakita ko yung kapatid ko na nasa likod ko, napatayo ako at tiningnan ang kanyang kalagayan.

"Natamaan ka?" Nag-aalala kong tanong, umiling naman siya. Napabuntong hininga naman ako tsaka binuhat siya, "Bakit ka nandito Cyan? May problema ba?" Tanong ko sa aking kapatid.

"T-Tropa... Baba..." Hinihingal pa siya kapag magsalita dahil bata pa, normal lang 'yun sa bata, tutal singko palang naman ang taon niya.

"Bakit nasaan si Sian?" I asked my little brother.

"Luto siya food... Alis dada." Sagot niya tsaka nilaro ang aking kamay, napaiwas naman ako ng tingin sa kanya.

I can't really blame Cyan; no one else at home is teaching him to speak aside from Sian and me. But I haven't been able to teach her as I used to because I've become busy.

I don't know why he always calling our dad 'dada' kung si dad mismo ay hindi siya itinuturing na anak.

Binuhat ko si Cyan at lumabas sa aking kwarto, pagkababa ko ay bumungad sakin ang tatlong babae na pormado pero mukha silang lalaki kung nakaupo, yung isa nakabukaka ang dalawa niyang hita, tapos yung isa naman nakabaliktad.