The REAL Me
Familiarizing the unfamiliar ones is a common thing for us. We socialize, make friends, and acquaint, nothing is new. But have you ever done unfamiliarizing the familiar ones? Before jumping to other people you should try it to yourself. Yes, try to ask yourself if you really know who you are.
In my sixteen years of existence as Homo sapiens sapiens, I already learned and discovered a lot of things, gain knowledge and wisdom from my experiences but I know its still not enough. I still need to learn more because I am just starting my journey in this chaotic world. I am also meeting different types of persons in my day to day life. Some are just acquaintances, some remain in my life as friends, and some vanish like how fast days pass by. Some know about my family’s background, or my childhood days or even my everyday life and they will say they already know me. It’s funny how they know me if even I myself don’t really know who I really am. Well of course, I know my name. My full name is Maria Angelynne Anne Gamis Alapag a very long name given to me by my father. It is exactly 29 letters the same as my twin sister’s name. people call me with different names such as Angie, created by people who are lazy to call me in my complete name. Gelyne, given to me by my family. Lynne, the exact opposite of Lique given to us by our friend. Lini, Gel, Angel, Lenny and Nene. Please call me any of those names except for Maria. I also know the date my mother gave birth to her angelic twins, it’s us. It is two days after Christmas celebration in the year 1994. As what I said, I’m born with a twin sister. Her name is the same as mine except for Angelynne because hers is Angelique. I am taller than her by an inch. I’m 5’5, she’s 5’4. People say I’m skinny but I think I’m not. Well, my father’s name is Raul but he likes to be called Rolly. My mother is Aleda but commonly called Dang. My eldest sister is Alyanna, we use to call her Yana. My twin sister is Kaka and my youngest sibling and only brother is Adrian. Obviously, we’re six and we are super close to each other. What can I say to our life? Well, our life is a very inspiring mellow, drama, horror, comedy, and action; for short an amalgam of emotions. And we are able to survive this challenging and chaotic world because of the presence and grace of our Lord. What more can I say? Ah! My favorite foods are siopao and chocolate. It’s not because of the taste or anything but because they have sentimental value to my life. My favorite chroma is gray because same as myself I am mysterious. I am simple, my dreams in life are simple too because I am doing what I can for my parents and to serve other people. And I think education is my key to achieving these goals in my life. Some people see me as a jolly person, the exact opposite of what I think I am. I have this great fear of being left alone in this world. I don’t understand why but my eyes suddenly burst into tears. I’m a bit, but not that serious type, of obsessive compulsive and have this attitude of knowing more but I have turned it in silent mode for a long period of time but it will suddenly be active depending on the type of person I’m dealing with. And if I treasure someone, I’m willing to die for them but of course everything has its own limitations.
I’m still too young to know everything. I still can’t tell you who Maria Angelynne Anne G. Alapag really is. The things I’ve revealed are all objective description of myself and I need more time to discover the real me.
The Milk That Made My Eyes Cry
It was eleven o’clock in the evening but still everyone in our house was awake like owls. We are all enjoying the foreign action film while my father was drinking his favourite whisky. In the climax part of the movie I felt a bit hungry so I asked my mom to get ma a glass of chocolate milk. After a few moments my mother returned holding a glass full of hot milk. After noticing that it was not what I had asked for, I told my mom that I won’t drink it because I hated milk, it left a mustache on my face and if it was cold, something like a plastic formed on the surface that turned it bitter. This were the result of my naïve mind, I’m just six turning seven on that moment. But still my mother forced me to drink it because it would be good for my body and she had exerted effort to make that milk. Everyone in our house tried their pursuing powers to force me to drink that milk then the chair of my dad fell on the ground, followed by his frightening voice demanding me to drink that glass of milk. I am so hard-headed so I didn’t even touch the glass. Then my father so irritated with my attitude dragged me to their bed and there he asked me again if maybe I changed my mind. He counted from five to one but I never made any actions so he started to hit my butt with his heavy metal belt that made three round, big and aching welts. I was in shock knowing my father as a very patient and kind person; he was the one who always stopped his brothers from hitting their children. I was dazed to what was happening but I knew that if I didn’t drink that milk and swallow my pride, my father wouldn’t stop hitting me. So I drank the milk. My eyes were tired of crying and my pillow was already like a sponge filled with tears and my butt was numb after receiving the forty-plus hits so I just closed my eyes and forget everything that happened that night. After a few moments my eyes opened and I saw my father curing the wounds on my butt. He carefully cleaned them with warm water mixed with ethyl alcohol and puts an ointment. After it he explained to me that it was not his intention to hit me but I was so hard-headed. He didn’t want me to grow with the same attitude. I understand my father now and I am very thankful to him for correcting my mistake because of it I have learned to follow rules and that in real life every mistake has its own consequences and the best is to swallow my pride on needed times.
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