Blog #99
December 16, 2021
Hello, beautiful ones! It's raining here since yesterday and it's getting colder each time.
I am thinking what do I share this time. My lazy self is occupying me since morning. I browse some youtube videos, then I watched three videos then exit the app.
I also browse my Facebook account but seems all the words that I read didn't absorb my mind.
I opened my Metamask wallet but then again I just look up my tokens then exit it.
I posted in noise. cash, share some tips to others, leave comments but still the same. I am not in the mood to stay there longer.
Then the last app that I open is the Wattpad. I read the story that I recently added, then when I reached chapter five I became sentimental reading the part where the parents of the girl died.
Never Become His Priority
The year 1996, when my mother died. We were left in the care of our grandmothers both in the father and mother sides. My father went to the city to have a job.
Having a job made him busy, I don't remember him being on special occasions in our life. At first, I understand that he is too busy with his work but as I grew up, I have this feeling that maybe he didn't make us his priority which is why he hadn't been present on those special occasions.
Graduation or Recognition Day? My grandmother was the only one who would accompany me to the stage and get my award.
Birthdays? I don't remember him celebrating it when we were young and only on my 17th birthday he was there coz I was living with them that time but all the expenses were funded by me coz I have a job at that time which is being a nanny.
I don't have many memories of him. What makes me disappointed with him was that he even gave money to the children of my stepmom for their studies but we his children, he barely did it or shall I say I only receive 5 pesos when he came home. In a year, he came home maybe once or twice only so it means he only gave us ten pesos.
When it comes to food, my grandmother works hard in planting corn, selling bananas and other fruits that are planted on our farm but then sometimes it isn't enough for our daily expenses. Sometimes my grandmother would lend money just to have an expense at home.
I remember when I was in grade 2, I went to school with no paper at all coz we didn't have money to buy it. Our teacher asked us to write the cursive letters on our paper but since I don't any piece of paper so I just watched my classmate's writing. I envy them coz they have their parents beside them, to fetch before and after the class hours.
Did my father send money for us? Yes, he did but it's only once in a blue moon. I could say that it's my grandmother's hard work that we finished studying at the primary level. While in secondary, I am privileged to study in a school that is all free.
But despite not becoming his priority, I still love him coz he is my father. I wouldn't be here today if not because of him but there's a part of me who is longing for a parent's love. But what can I do? My mother left when I am still young and my father had another family.
I am thankful to God that we have our uncles, aunts, and grandmothers who took care of us. We are still blessed though.
But I think I just have to end it here coz I might cry. This rainy weather makes me sentimental. Sorry for sharing this kind of thought today. I thought I already accept the fact about it but it seems the hurt feelings are still here buried in my heart.
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We have the same feelings sis pero magkaiba yung sitwasyon. Fighting parin tayo sis.