My Rebellion

Being young and innocent to the world makes me vulnerable to such deceptive, user and irresponsible people. Leading a rebellion in our home, at the age of 15, I become a runaway.

I survived my life for 3 years living with my relatives. I worked with them to fund my education. They're not exactly the same like my parents, because they are worst. They are USERS. Having no other choice at that time, I'm covinced to stay. I did what they told me to, received every whining that wasn't for me. I have to be a maid and a sales lady, while at the same time studying. They're nice when they want something, you know. I badly wanted to slap their faces but I have nowhere to go.

By the time my final exams are finished and just practicing for graduation, my mother sends my aunt money to pay my graduation bills, and guess so, they never told me. I keep doing our neighbor's laundry to make some pennies to pay for it.

Out of desperation, I called home. I asked them to lend me some help just for once. That's when I knew it! I felt betrayed and fooled. So for the second time, I runaway.

I'm already 18 at that time and capable of work to be independent. I went home and reconciled with my family. I lost my interest going to college, though. Now, I'm 20 and currently working.

Thinking about my past, I can say that it was one of the good thing that happened in my life. Though it was full of bad memories, it made my life's foundation strong to live a life independently.