awakening chapter 2

MY FATHER AND I

Since my mother died, he is the one who take care of me. Whenever he goes on his trip, I always cry and praying that he'll be fine, then he also cries and he tells me that he don't really want to go far with me, and he also tells me that whenever he was on his business trip he was thinking of me. Back to the past, I remember that slamming door, who bring tears to his lovely eyes and the things that I misread. It was our first fight and in the heat of the fight I walk away and give him the slamming door. When he hears the door slammed he runs upstairs and knocked on the door and he tells "sweetie, you okay?, look I'm sorry I know that's my fault and would you forgive me? I'm really sorry honey." Then I said "Leave" but all I want is him to aim his faults. And when he said that he was sorry, I feel the forgiveness that I should give for him and so, I open my door and said "why you are kneeling on the ground?" because he was. And he stood up and I followed "Look dad, you don't need to kneel your knees on the ground, Dad, you know , thank you, thank you for being there, and sorry if I do those things."

And he said "yeah, honey, I should not do those things kneeling my knees on the ground, so you forgive me?" I smiled to him and hug him. while I hug him I feel how he loves me and that's the reason bring tears to my eyes, rolling down my face, then he feels the wet on his shoulder and he said "don't wet my shirt" and I push back my face to his and he said "I did not say I don't like it."

Then after those fights we had, he cooks for me every evening when he was free on his job and there is no school for the next day day. He bakes me my favorite

pasta, and he also making me a milk to drink at night. As if you know These was all happens when I was 7 years old after my mother died for months.

So years later I was 9 years old living in this world, and after he goes on his business trip in some other places in this world, I was the one with my grand-mother surprises him in the airport, as he saw me and I saw my dad I ran to him like the doomsday is coming and hugs him, then after the doomsday thing we go to the amusement park, at the museum and a lot thing more we visit whenever he goes back home.

We ate in many 5-star class restaurant here in America, but this place always makes me remind of my mother, we always ate here when she is still alive, so now I should live without her, although here in my heart I'm screaming I want my mother back, I want her live back again be with us and at home when I was go after school and when dad was not home, she's there for me, I misses her kissing me in the forehead, combing my hair at night, tucking me in the night, singing me as i sleep. But I have no powers to take her back again once more to live with us until her time was expired.

Well now I tell ya what my dad do when he was home, he brushes my teeth and when I could not sleep at night scared things would have turn out right he holds my hand and say to me that whatever happens 'till his final day comes he will be here beside me, when his joints is killing him for the hurt he suffers, if the end of the world comes, he kept me safe and sound at night, he had to drive me everywhere, he had to do it all alone make a will or would, and when I look back there was him, looking back at me. He also say that he will sent me to the most expensive college in the world.

And I remember my first suitor, he was my school-mate when I was in junior high, he always in the front of our house tossing rocks at my window, and when my dad was home, and he was there who caught the tossing rocks at my window because he was there in my room preparing my clothes after I bath. And he goes out the house and the boy who is tossing rocks at my window my dad scares him away I don't even know him so I just let my dad make him go away. My dad tells me that the boy runs to his house and crying, he said that, as he combing my wet hair. And I laugh with him. We go every week in the market with her mother my grand mother. I always want my dad to buy me some new toys to make it play and my grand mother said "after you play that, you will just throw it you are wasting your dad's money" and I make tongue 's out to her, I know she's old but no one can ever messed up Jennifer Andrews. That's what I always said to my mind. Although she is trying to stop my dad to buy me some toys my dad will do it anyway. And when my grand-mother does not win with me she always tell that she loves me, so I do love her, I always pray at night that their will nothing more happen both of them. Last year, it was on 1st of September, when accident meet them, he said that their is a mysterious guy following them on their way back home, so they hit the board on the road.

I remember what my mother told me she said that I am like a precious crystal that should not be broke and should never be broke.

And I remember what my grand father told me that I am just a little girl but can never be beaten.

And what my father told me when there's no life there will be no me.

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TreeHugger12
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My offer of helping you translate your story still stands. If you really want, I will help you write. I like it. There are a few kinks here and there. Alright, everywhere!

-Naku girl, eto na ha, since banned ka na sa pagpunta sa bahay na ito. Send mo na lang sa FB ko yung story mo para ma-edit ko. Girl, maganda sya pero ang hirap intindihin. Sorry... TT_TT

--.Hey girl, why were you banned by the way?

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mikeetrinidad Comment

..thank's a lot..

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penguinduan1
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there are a few confusing things. like:

...missed read...


Do you mean misread? Good job though! Happy writing!



We are discreet sheep; we wait to see how the drove is going, and then go with the drove.
— Mark Twain