30 Days Writing Challenge: My Parents
Not sure how will I start this one since it seems that ideas are avoiding my mind right now. Just gonna let my fingers play on my keyboard and let the juices flow as I'm listening to the music. My mind is preoccupied with the thoughts about the school to which I'm applying. Also, I got tied between I'll wait for the school's entrance exam or I should have just look for a training center that is offering a Vocational Course, then plan on working abroad.
I'm totally out of focus today and I'm even thinking of abstaining from publishing a blog again. But then, I don't like wasting my day for nothing, so I'll still try my best today. For today's challenge, it's about my parents.
Just like any other parents, they're not that perfect. Still here, lemme share how are they as a parents.
My Parents
Back then, I have shared a lot of articles about my parents already. For the sake of everyone, I will say it again. My mother is a martyr and my father is a drunkard. It has been always my mother who cared for us. She is the one who is working nonstop just to provide our needs.
She will work in other people's farm and after her off in the afternoon, she will work at home to do some chores. Everyday, it has been always like that. She is obviously tired but she never stops. While our father, there he is, just always thinking of his alcohol, as if he would die if can't drink in a day. He always finds a way so that he can drink. It's either his friends will invite him or he will ask the store to list it in his debts.
He would have debts just for alcohol but he wouldn't find ways for us to have a supply of rice and groceries. Then, he will be the one who will get angry first if he can't find any coffee in kitchen when he wakes up, as if he is giving my mother any money for the groceries at home. That is the reason why I'm rebelling from them ever since I was a child. I can't bear to see my mother getting bullied verbally by my drunkard father and my mother just swallowed those words as if nothing happened. And just for the sake of being a whole family, she took it all.
It sounds really stupid for me since I'm the opposite of my mother. I will never get myself be bullied with the kinds of my father. One of the reasons that I broke up with my partner, eh. 'Cause aside from him being a cheater, he is also starting to be a drunkard and I don't like people who is like my father.
Our family is a mess ever since I was a child. I even came to a point that I runaway from home because I can't take it anymore. It has always been a sleepless night for me every time they fight and they fight mostly every day. My siblings can just take it but I can't. I could never swallow that kind of behavior. I went to my Grandmother in Bacolod and lived there as I'm still studying in high school. Then while I'm studying, I'm working in my Aunt for a living. That goes on until I graduated in high school.
We all just reconciled when I gave birth to my daughter. She is like an angel in disguise to us. My father have changed a lot ever since. He still drinks but they have lesser fights with my mother now. He is also attentive to my daughter. He is even the one who mostly take cares of her and that's why the two of them are closest at home.
Sometimes, we are envious of my daughter. She got all the love and attention that we didn't experience from our father back then. It's good that way also. Since if he does that to us now, it would be totally awkward. Seeing them that they are loving my child so much (even as much as they love me) is enough for me already.
Here is Day 5!
The only thing that is constant in this world is surely change. Everything changed overtime, especially people. I just hope that my father would change his habits completely. Well, my mother is still that kind, caring, generous, and the most patient woman I know. Imagine her to bear with our attitudes over a long period, especially my rebellion. I know it breaks her heart more the pain that I felt back then.
I'm just making up for it as my way of apologizing to them because we are not taught to be expressive verbally or to be showy. We do it in actions more than talking.
Finally wrapped that one up. I hope you enjoy reading it and found a good lesson.
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