SHE WANTS HAPPINESS

Way back to the days when I was about to proceed with my high school life. It was my mama who pushed me to continue my studies, as my father had no interest in letting me be sent to school, as my brothers and sisters had all failed to finish their studies. That was the main reason why my papa had a lack of interest in supporting me. Eventually, it really was my mama who made ways to enroll me in public school. I still remember the days where I saw and imagined myself that the way I dress, the way I speak, the way I move, the way I style and even the way I react to a situation with my peers are exactly distinct. In general, I found myself completely way far compared to my classmates. And, because of our situation, I was forced to work during weekdays, like after my class I would go to the farm and glean some left corn so I could sell it to a mini-store. Not only that, I also have experienced peddling vegetables and some Filipino delicacies just to have an allowance so I could pay some miscellaneous fees in school. , Through time, my mama and I are so determined to make our ultimate dreams come true, which is to finish my studies. I still remember the days when mama decided to go to my sister's home and help them with their business. From there she left me with no allowance and she just told me to sell chicken if I had nothing to run to. It really was still fresh to me to remember that I went back home in the middle of the week as my allowance robbed my somebody else. as a youngest child I have no idea how to loop chicken I was the only one who did because no one is in our home but me, through my tenacity and I was able to make it through and for someone who was not used to sell the chicken I felt nervous and shy to tell the buyer if are they going to buy it. but thankfully the buyer himself ask me so and with no doubts I told him yes, definitely! To make the long semester short, December vacation came and my mama never went home, so I decided to go to my other sister's house. As I arrived there she told me to get some corn, so we would have food for lunch and as I went to the farm there was a cucunot tree that caught my attention, so I had to climb and get some cucunot fruit with all the misfortune that was crowned on me. I fell from the cucunot tree. It felt like I was dreaming as I fell, and as I landed on the ground I could not breathe and I was halfway to entering into the other world where everyone is afraid of entering into it. A minute later, my sister went there and she found me almost dying. She took me to their house and massaged me and so I fell asleep and I woke up at 3:00 in the afternoon. After a while, my brother arrived and he told me to go back to our home to meet mama and, yes, I did what my brother told me. After two hours and a half of walking, I was at home. Mama was crying while asking what was really happening to my hand as my right pulse was swollen. She massaged it while tearing, because when you look at my hand it would be impossible to let it be back at its normal condition. Two days later, Christmas time had come. We celebrated Christmas with pain because we did not have anything to eat on our table, plus I suffered my condition. One week later, I had to go back to school. It was mourned Monday morning because we had an exam and I couldn't write. My classmates were laughing at me and told me the loser. I have done nothing but wish that my hand would become normal again while crying. I suffered the whole week and tried to ease the pain, but the long weekdays ended, so I went home and mama decided to massage it and suddenly she pulled my injured hand to align it joint. Months later, the school year had ended and, still, our routine in sustaining my needs in school is the same, which is to harvest anything just to make money out of that work. In short, I have done my first year in my high school life with the help of my mama. (NOTE: this story is to be continued)