I'm Back

Good evening from my side of the globe. ☺ As the title says, I'm back. 😄 Though I was not totally away—because I still read and comment on some articles here—it still feels so good to be able to write here again.

These past weeks, many things happened. Good and bad. There were patience-consuming days, but there were spirit-lifting too.

Here are some of the things that happened to me.

Last week, I was blessed with the chance to enjoy this place. This is the St. Lucy Parish church, located in the town plaza of Aringay, La Union. This was taken in the middle of the day, and yes, it was really hot. Haha. But like what we Filipinos say, tiis-ganda. 😆 The gardener here also gave me some plant that was added to my collection of green babies.

While doing my work, I also got the chance to rest here a little and enjoy the view and the salty air. The view is so calming and I think my lungs was happy to have unpolluted air too. 😆 As for those tripod-looking things on the left, I don't really know their name and purpose. But I think the fishermen in the area tie their boats there when there are storms or when the waves seem angry.

I also resigned from my work and it was effective today. I felt so relieved and felt like a heavy burden was removed from my shoulder. This is something that also belongs to my list of good things that happened.

And now, enough of good days because there were bad days too.

I resigned from my work, not because of the work itself, but because I felt that I was just getting tired for nothing. Imagine commuting from one town to another. Bus, jeepneys, and tricycle fares increased because of the pandemic. Then when I calculated it, nothing was left in my salary. Even my savings account looks like a nest now, having three eggs. (0.00). That is why I decided to resign and just continue our thrift shop business.

Yesterday, I and my younger sibling—a 19-year-old boy—fought. We were exchanging harsh words when he suddenly hit my back with a dustpan. I was hit really hard because the dustpan was even destroyed. Edi sis syempre gumanti Ako, hinampas ko siya ng takuri, sapul as noo. Then doon na niya ako sinuntok-suntok, sa likod din. (sorry I cannot translate this in English😅 Help 😂😂) The photo was taken right after we fought and the barangay tanod left. I was asked if I would file a case against my sibling, but I decided not to do it.

This is how my back looks now. When I woke up this morning, my back felt sore. I cannot move my right hand properly too. The pain even reached my chest and my throat, which made me worried. I am worried that, what if something happened to my lung or in some internal part of my right body. That is why I will observe for a few days more, and if it will get worse, I think I'll need to have an X-ray, to say the least. Which I hope will not happen because hospitalization is something out of the budget for now.

I also want to share this because I think this is something more women should be aware of. Do not let any man—may it be your husband/boyfriend, brother, father, or whoever—hit you physically. Because the day when a man laid his fist on you, is also the day he lost his respect for you. Lumaban tayo sis. Let's fight for our rights. I know it is easier said than done, especially for mothers whose reason is "ayoko lumaki anak ko na walang ama" (I don't want my child to grow up without a father). I myself grew up without a father. And in my opinion, it is better than growing up seeing your mom crying while getting hit and having lots of bruises. So for all the women out there, stay strong queens, and fight for your rights. 💕

I think this is getting too long that's why I'll end it here. Thanks for reading and if you have some questions, reactions, or opinions, feel free to comment.

Always keep safe everyone. 💕

-Gwenie