Castiel: The Fallen Angel

CASTIEL "All I want is for you to spend some time with our daughter!" Dad demanded in a manly voice.  Mom stomped her foot in annoyance. "I told you already that I have commitments with my work! I can't bring Castiel with me!" she hissed like a brat kid.  This is one of the many days that my parents are arguing on who's going to take me in.  I was just sitting on the nook with my chin resting on the base of my palm. I entertained myself by watching my parents fight like c***s in a pit. No one wants to back down. My back straightened at the gentle caress of Nanay Letty, my Filipina nanny. (Nanay is a form of endearment for a mother.) I looked up at her then gave her a toothy smile to let her know that I am fine.  These are all normal for me. I am used to my parents acting like kids. I am used to them not wanting to take me in. And I know that at the end of their discussion, I will be left out with the care of my nanny. Nobody would want to take me home.  Mommy and Daddy are living separate lives. I am their daughter but I am not part of that lives. I am not part of their plans and their routines. And I used to it. I am fine with my nanny. At least I didn't have anyone to boss me around.  Mom and Dad got married when I accidentally happened. I was one of those many babies conceived when two drunk adults had s*x, and accidentally misplaced the condom inside the v****a.  So, yeah... Love Rosie is real. At least, it did happened with my parents.  Mom was a wild party-goer, and my dad was on his transitional stage when I happened. According to what I know, my father was confused on his gender preference. He's lusting over a woman but he's also interested in men. She tried having s*x with my mother to confirm his sexuality. While they're having the time of their lives,  Dad realized that he's more into boys. His d**k lost its interest with Mom but my mother kept on pumping herself on top of him so he still had his release but misplaced the condom because of the brief time his d**k softened. And voila! I happened.   The story of how I was conceived was something to laugh at. But I am always proud of my Dad.  Even at that time that he confirmed with himself that he's really gay, he still took responsibility for me and married my mother. Two weeks after I was born, my parents git divorce. What could we expect from two individuals who are both interested in men?  Aside from a steamy threesome with a hot guy, everybody know that they could never hit it off. Sure I am not enough reason for them to stay and consider giving me a normal and decent family.  Dad got my custody, but from time to time, he's convincing Mom to take me in even just for three days. I am aware of how much of a great man my father is. He may be gay, but he's doing his best in being a good father in his own ways. Even he's more of a big sis than a father. He's best at teaching me fashion and stuffs. He's a good provider and someone I can always consider to have my back.  Dad loves me. However, he got his needs. His body has its s****l needs. He's convincing Mom to take me in for a year because he wants to live with his boyfriend.  I met Fred, my father's boyfriend. I think he's a nice guy but I can't shake off the idea that he's after my father's money. Dad is stable with his awesome work in a big shot company in New York an Fred if just a... I don't know if he got a decent work. He looks homeless to me.  I don't want to oppose my father with his decisions. He's an intellectual person and I know that he knows what's he's doing. He's wise and he can handle himself. Besides, I can't give him the happiness that Fred can provide.    It's fine with me to live with my Dad and Fred. But Nanay Letty said that it's inappropriate for a young woman like me to live with my father's boyfriend. My nanny can be paranoid most of the time, but my Dad agreed with her. They both want me safe. We can never tell what Fred might do. I'm prettier than most girls and I got a warm hole between my legs.    My parent's debate is starting to annoy my ears. I sighed then I asked my nanny to walk with me to the park. It's better than hearing how my parents want to throw me out of their lives.  While I was sitting on a swing, an idea popped my mind.  "Nanay, you think I'll have a good time in your country?" I asked my nanny. I looked up at her with a little triumphant smirk.  In my three years with Nanay Letty, I know how much she wanted to go home. She won't think twice on bringing me with her. She can finally go home to her family, plus she'll still earn her salary for still looking after me.  My nanny's eyes watered. She's obviously pleased. She got speechless and she sat next to me.  I looked around me. This park is one of my comfort place. I love hanging out here with Nanay Letty. I asked her to teach me to speak Tagalog, their language in Philippines. I love speaking Tagalog because it sounded sweet and gentle.  Also, I love watching people around me. Sometimes, even I felt envious, I am happy watching people around me happy. I am happy knowing that there are people enjoying the warmth of having family. I love watching other kids having picnic, playing around with their siblings, or simply passing time with their family. They remind me that this world wasn't only about misfortune and hardship. I grew up, always trying to find something good in every situation. I believe that if we're going to dwell on the emptiness within us, we're only punishing ourselves. It's better if we stay positive and just look at the bright side of every situation.  Just like what happened to my parents. Sure they considered conceiving me a mistake, but at least they made the awesome-est mistake.  I don't want to depress myself. I happened for a reason. And that's because this uncertain world need a happy soul in it. This world already have too many bitter and depressed people lurking around. I am working myself to be deducted from that population.  There are reasons to be sad about my life, but I love to see the reasons to enjoy this.  I am dreaming for a day that my smile would be enough to make others happy. I want a contagious smile that can balance with all the negative vibes surrounding this world.  I looked up at my nanny. I might start with this.  "Since it was mostly you and me, I think it would be better if we stay in your country. At least you could be with your family. I'm sure your kids missed you so much." I smiled sweetly at Nanay Letty.  Nanay teared up. I giggled then I stood up to hug her from behind.  In my fourteen years in this uncertain world, Nanay Letty is the one who gave me a glimpse of a family's warmth. She's the closest thing for a mother. She's my favorite person in this world.  "Maraming Salamat, Castiel," she cried. (Thank you so much) I giggled. "Nanay, it's not yet decided. I'll talk to Dad about it." We spent the rest of the day talking about the beauty of her country.  I can't explain the excitement I have within me!  Philippines, wait for me!