Three days before Christmas, father brought my brothers and I along with him to the department store. He needed to buy something for their party. I went along with my brothers to the toy section. We were awed to see the plenty displays. there were many things on the shelves.
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April
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Dimples
Every four o’clock in the morning, before Papa left to work, he never forgot to give me a hug. This loving gesture would always stir my heart.
As he mount his old rusty bicycle, I would run outside to say goodbye. He would just smile. As he pedaled away, I would follow his silhouette down the road until he disappeared in a cloud of dust.
His old mountain bike was our first bonding together.
I remember then, back in grade school, he bought a bike for me and my siblings.
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Shyne
I heard my cellphone beep after class dismissal; I read a message from my sister, Dream. She was telling me dramatic stories about her allowance, wanting to borrow money from me. She is also in Davao, but we are not living in the same house for my school is far from hers. She had insisted on studying here in Davao, even if she had not take nor pass any entrance examinations here. My parents were absolutely against it, but with my help, she ended up getting what she wanted.
Dream, my sister is only a year younger than me, and because of that we were always in competition. My parents would always give us the same amount of allowance, the same brand of clothes, and even an equal share of household chores for the sake of treating us fairly. However, back when I was five, I really felt that life was unfair.
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Kring Kring
If a household never ends a day without finishing the chores, my Ate Lisa and I complete our days in a different way. We had our petty quarrels as a daily routine. Some people say that it’s just normal but I think it is like a sore in the mouth that you keep on biting accidentally.
For the last few months, our house had been under renovation. The construction made everything in the house chaotic. Most of our things were packed in sacks and placed in a vacant room. Dust particles in the air stimulated my allergic rhinitis, resulting to my hot-headedness. An argument couldn’t be avoided in the household with everything in the house a mess. For me, who usually returned home from my boarding house in Mintal twice a month, the house was unlivable. I believe that a home should be comfortable, but that time it seemed like a storm had passed there. (More …)
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Edwin
When I was small, my everyday routine was always confined in my mother’s idea of “keep right.” Everytime my mom would fetch me from school we always rode jeepney. Upon stepping in the jeepney, she would carry me until my feet could reach the floor, people sitting inside would hold my arm and guide me. My mom would follow me after she’s done folding her umbrella. I usually search for bigger space for my mom, and if there is no space for the two of us I would just sit on her lap.
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Alpha
I shivered as I felt the cold wind brush my cheeks as we drove on the bare streets of our neighborhood, past still trees and sleeping houses just an hour before dawn. My father and I were headed to the bus terminal where he would, for the third time since I got into college, be seeing me off.
“You study hard now Tin.” he said as he slowed down the pace of his motorcycle.
He was making more time, more time for his words of advice. Weeks ago I would refer to it as a sermon, but this time it’s different. (More …)
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Maureen
The sea stretched far beyond the horizon. A myriad of tiny diamonds, spread out between mountains and shores. Waves leaped about with glee as the sun’s rays touched their glittery guise. They whispered my name.
I closed my eyes and heard the waters roar.
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Khareen
They were all over the place – in my bedroom, lurking under my bed, hiding inside the cabinets, even concealed in my pillowcases. Things like these do happen, once you have gotten used to the scratched papers lying around, no matter how odd they look, you come to think of them as natural, and later on, you’d conclude that weirdness is normal. I kept reminding my mother that scratch papers lying on the floor is not an act of teen rebellion, neither is it an issue of cleanliness. It is simply because their presence occupies what seemed like an empty space, in which I am constantly self-absorbed with my creatures of doom. (More …)
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Diana
“Perhaps even these things, one day will be pleasing to remember.”
-Virgil
There was a little crack in plaster of the ceiling in our house. As I was concentrating so hard on what to do with a pile of old books, I could not help but stare blankly at the old plastic bag on top of the cabinet. “Hay …” I sighed blankly. “Hay…” I sighed again until all I did was to sigh for the nth time. “Damn, what on earth am I here for?” I asked myself, though I badly knew the answer. Well, I just assumed that I did something great because for the past five hours, instead of obeying and performing Ate’s bidding to clean the entire house, all I did was to sigh. Little did I know that my eyes were already following a spider close to the old plastic bag. The tiny fellow was creating a web, building a new home. Weird to think but, but the mere presence of the spider revived the memory of the past years. It reminded me of my mother whom I was fond of calling Nornor and my twin sister, Twinie.
