15th of May I had my first day born a separate body, and eventually life for whom I am both grateful and maybe a little frustated when time gets out of control, well considering from the start where you can’t really speak out of your own decision to exist or not, the event seems a bit unfair on your part as undevelop human. But who knows, it might be the reason why life complicates over years. Anyways, my 17 years wasn’t really that bad as if everything around me I dislike, infact I see living a lot interesting with so many complexities we don’t have enough space to list them all. Just for this one I will give an exceptional treatment to say, is our differing characters. Like I love reading while some prefer in groups, I like indoors while others like outside activities, most of all is our diverse characters that change time to time depending on the situation. In my journey though short on average I have met a lot of people with respective characters, for where those carved deep inside my heart came from, cause they’re remarkably benevolent while there are also those who appears to be thorns and cliffs in someone else’s story – like mine.
On top of the good list, written names of my family. If you’re wondering why, which I know you don’t cause who doesn’t prioritizes his family, then let me have a start a decade ago. Living on edge of the city, streetland of gangsters and hostile entities, unideal setup for an innocent creature reads Purok 13 baranggay of Tibungco. Here I have spent my childhood days in complete freedom playing along roads early in the morning, soaking in mud on wet seasons, and have fun spending time while I still can on extreme level. And it was fantastic despite the environment.
To butt in is my photo in kinder days – my era of great liberation from school works (unlike now).
Also my days of fleshly body, and when I first known how to sing abcd. I finish top of my class that time and I felt having a good start.
Now I have this girl who’s name sounds irritating, but I still care. And she’s my once little sister, named Dyan born 29th of April a year after mine.
To be fair is why I chose this photo which was also her kinder days. We often fight for really dumb reasons, but we do share a lot of things that we talk to particularly our neighbours.
In the picture is my mother, Luth, next to me on my grade 4 recognition day if I recall correctly. My woman in shining armor my entire life, and the best person I have look upon. I could still remember her face in red calling my name, shouting in rush cause I haven’t eaten yet leaving me no other choice but to hurriedly set my self to our house on a separate route just to avoid the thing she carries with her. I look like a fugitive on the run never wanting to be captured.
Last man standing literally is my father shown on the picture above, who looks quite like a cave man on the process of evolution. It was in the past where almost every man in our place look very much the same, except that my father have burnt skin caused by him working under bright sun. That he look exhausted for he used to worked 12 hours a day, and that people might’ve mistaken him for a person of indecent living – which he’s not. And that’s my father. They are my parents. She is my sister. They are my family.
Vincent 