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"You are going to the Philippines."
I heard my father say. We were currently here inside of his study room. I was seated on a couch colored like blood. While he, my father, was seated on a black swivel chair, lacing his hands loosely on his table in front.
If I were to explain why I was here, a while ago, I was in my room and reading a literature book entitled The Setting Sun, written by a litterateur named Osamu Dazai. And suddenly, a couple of knocks on my door echoed inside my room. My focus on reading was cut and allowed the person to come inside.
The butler of this house showed up with his head angled down as his sign for respect. "Lady, your father wants your presence inside his study room," he stated with the utmost casualness.
I put my book down and eyed the butler with my normal cold and blank look. "I understand. You may now go." As I gave my command, the butler bowed his head again before leaving my room.
The butler was referring to my father. He said that my father was seeking my presence, then I must follow. I rose where I was seated and led myself to where his study room was. Walking directly, I was wondering why he wanted to meet me. My father was a very busy person. His time for us was very limited. It was a rare occasion to be summoned this time.
I reached the door of the study room and knocked on the door first. I heard his permission to let me in. I went inside and greeted him secondly. He nodded his head. That was my cue to make my way to the couch for me to sit.
"What is it, Dad?" I queried with a sleepy voice. Even though everything was very formal, calling him with familiarity was allowed.
"You are going to the Philippines." Without any traces of emotions in his voice, he said it in a straight face.
My eyebrows frowned. "What?" I uttered with a confused tone.
"You heard me correctly, Your Highness." Now he said calmly, leaning back on his swivel chair.
Exhaling a confused breath, I inquired, "I mean, why? Is there something wrong going on here?" and added, not hiding the puzzled look painted all over my face.
"There's nothing wrong here," he answered now with a kind of subtle expression, "but your life is."
I couldn't help but smirk lacing small hums. "I don't want to hear that from you."
My life was wrong? Well, sure it was. Since I was born, my life was already screwed. And how funny, there was no escape from this.
"I know, child. And there's no way I can atone for my sins," he spoke, "but for now, we want you to live normally."
Normally?
"Isn't this my normal life? Living with my blades and sins?" I objected to his reason—a futile one—with bitterness.
"Listen, lass." My father insisted, standing up from his chair and heaved a deep sigh. "I know that you are too young for this." Then he walked behind me and I just sensed his hand on my head—caressing it so dearly. "Forgive me, Miracle, for letting you be responsible for all my sins and let you carry them on your tiny shoulders.”
"Dad, don't worry," I said in a low voice as I gazed down. "I don't mind. I don't mind any of it. Whether it is your sin or even mother's sin, I will carry all of it."
"No." My father's stern answer. He removed his hand on me and went to the window fixed on a wall, on my right sides. "The reason why I am sending you back to the Philippines because I want you to have to live in peace."
"Why ordering me that now?” Again, I questioned him. "Dad, ever since, it is always like this. As if, I could change everything now with your decision."
"Trust, my daughter, you can still," he answered with a small smile etched on his face, "Even once in your life, you would like to experience to live without this bloodshed."
I only sighed. There was no way for me to win this argument.
"Miracle." I looked at him when he called me one more time. "Let's have a deal."
"What is that?" I returned, looking at him who was currently watching the night sky. Coincidentally, the moon was here again tonight.
"Try living a different life, and if ever you never wanted it, you are always free to go back here to live with your missions," my father declared with his usual, bland voice. "However, if and only if, the course of your world has changed, free to live with the flow."
I understood what he meant. And for his argument’s sake, I would give it a try.
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handtheirend
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