On a breezy cold night, a baby boy was born. His parents were very happy upon seeing him. The baby’s birth brought the couple to become a family.
They lived simple.
He lived unknowingly.
His parents both worked as an employee in a Hospital and at times, his father work at night as a tricycle driver for extras.
This boy grew so fast with this routine life. He played with his cousins. His aunts, uncles and grandparents were his guardian when his parents were at work. They watched over him. They saw his childhood flaws.
They saw him develop a character.
Then his sister was born. He was 4 years old back then. This boy, who thought he was the only one to see, felt jealous at first. And through time, the feeling that the boy felt dissipated. He began to care for her baby sister. They grew. The phase of unconsciousness vanished.
The boy studied on a private school…
Somewhere in San Juan, he started to learn things…
And on fates choice, his school service hit his cousin…and was rushed on a hospital…that time the school service was filled with the smell of his cousin’s blood…He thought…
There’s a memory. It’s a part. The boy grew. His parents become strict, too strict, he thought.
As parents, they taught what should be taught and what will be a part him or what should him.
There’s a flash. There’s first slap on the face. There’s first hit on the butt. Mistakes were continuously corrected and guided. Misconducts were punished. Pain is inevitable. Change is undeniable.
There’s the Second, third, fourth and so on… the boy grew with this… heavy palm of his father.
Time goes by. Slowly pushing through... The boy saw inconsistencies, family. His parents’ background. His grandmother’s daily sermon. But as a child the weight was nothing but a wind.
Until a time that the foreseen volcano hit the road.
He saw a tempest with his own eyes.
The family was an extended family back then.
Compound.
Assorted.
His father was a janitor and his mother… he doesn’t know. One thing, his grandparents doesn’t like the husband of their daughter. The upheaval was so striking. His father bears all those depriving words for some years.
The thought of living on the family’s own.
One night, he saw his mother crying for some unclear reasons, he saw his father feeling desperate. The atmosphere on that night was so heavy. Dreadful and oblivious, words were heard. SHOUTS….
…On that night…
The family left the word extended…
They sought somewhere…else
Change has come…
Somewhere uphill. Away.
The vision of living on their own way.
Striving to see what’s beyond.
But like the water, life must continually flow… To prevent Stagnation.
"In this was manifested the love of God toward us, because that God sent His only begotten Son into the world, that we might live through Him. Herein is love, not that we loved God, but that He loved us, and sent His Son to be the satisfaction for our sins."
~John 4:19~
The questions were yet to be answered.
_The Family and The Boy_
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