I Am a Mom First

Hello! Sorry for my long absence. I have been battling some personal concerns that I need not share it all. But, yeah, there are some that I might - depending on my mood today.

Life's been challenging lately. Most of the time I dealt it quietly. It's always been my nature not to share my personal life or interest to others. I used to confide to selected people only coz not everyone can keep their mouth shut.

I believe some, if not most, deal with life's challenges differently and we have to respect that. Some handle it by ranting on social media, some handle it quietly, some, well, we just never knew they are already torn inside but they never show it outside.

Anyways, most of my time recently evolved only on my family, especially my kids... My youngest has ASD, 14 years old now and on her 8th grade. And what an achievement that was on her part! I never shared mostly about her because I wanted to protect her in this 'perfect world' that people created... or probably I am just protecting myself so as not to get hurt from the people who created this 'perfect world'.

Yeah, it hurts to hear from others who know nothing of your struggle yet told you they understand how I felt. Even had the nerve to tell me that I should accept my daughter's case - as if I didn't do that a long time ago. But should I stop there especially when I see she is capable to go to school and learn grow and blend in? She learns the way you and I learn things in life, or what the school taught us, but just differently, or according to her pace.

In this modern era we kept fighting about acceptance, inclusivity. Others even support a lot of causes or awareness about ASD and post it in their social media pages or wherever, but have we done enough? Did we really see these people up close and personal, do we really champion them, or just use this awareness for clout? Words are easy to say, actions are not.

When my daughter was diagnosed at 2 1/2 years old, it broke my heart but I didn't stop there. I took heed of what her developmental doctor suggested by sending her to therapies (OT, language class, speech therapy). When she was accepted at school, I coordinated and complied with the school's policy, talk to teachers if needed, listened to them when there were incidents that need to be addressed. It wasn't easy but she succeeded and was able to catch up with regular kids her age.

I gave up my own dreams and ambitions in life, I lost lots of friends because I put my children first, I developed anxiety and even got sick myself but when I see my children, esp my child with ASD succeeded, then I felt like everything is probably worth it. 

But it's just sad that other people I met along the way, or in other institutions are not as welcoming or helpful. Some of them only see the negative things they see in my child. Some cannot help but compare her to regular kids. Even ironic that a school counselor told me my daughter will struggle the next school year and suggested to try another school, and some relatives told me to better transfer my child to a public school as if they're the ones paying for my child's tuition.

Sorry, I've to vent this out because they don't how what I struggled, FIRST, as a MOM and second, as the only one who took care of my child since birth 24/7. I know her strength and I know her weaknesses. I also know how to accept her limitations but I cannot accept criticisms from people who don't even know my child personally and judge them from what they only see from the outside. As long as I breathe (or even beyond that), I promised to fight for my child or children's rights.

Okay, I'll stop from here coz I'm getting too emotional to type this. I have other matters to attend to. I still have my health to take care of. I just find a lot of things unfair but I will continue to try to look at positive things... and continue to fight for my child, also for kids who have no voice. END

Contemplating Is What I Do Best...

Hi! Sorry for being 'silent' for a while. I was  quite busy... Or shall I say, I have other more important matters to attend to that updating my blog is quite a luxury for me to do.

Even in my social media accounts (Facebook, Instagram) were hardly updated. Although I often check them from time to time, but sharing something on my wall or page takes a  lot of effort  for me to do.

Actually, I've so much to say and so much to share...but in the end, I chose to be silent. I always weigh things if they are good or worthy to share. I  do believed they are worthy but decided in the end to keep things to myself (yet) if I'm not ready to be bombarded with questions that I don't have time to reply.

Yes, I guess I'm like that 🤔 - always contemplating that in the end, I'd rather keep things and let my lone self worry about it.

Sometimes, it's ironic that I tend to share some personal stuff to people not really  that close to me but somehow respect my personal views. More often that not, I really wanted to talk to people who already build a relationship towards me but  I tend to hold back when I remember the things they say or their opinion towards other people before it happened to  me.

I mean they gave a not so nice opinion to others about something. And a year (or years) later, that something happened to me (or to my family - my kids, especially). So, can you blame me for not sharing it to them instead?

It's actually quite surprising that some people who are not my bff or my kins are the ones who are most sensitive to what I feel. They're the ones letting me feel that it's okay to be quiet and it's okay to share when I'm ready. They also respected my privacy by not sharing to others what I went thru. They're only a handful you know, and I appreciate that. They're the people I lest expected to lend me an ear (and hand, if necessary) should I feel down. Privacy is everything to me. That's why I also do the same to others should they asked for it. I don't just share some details of my close friend to another close friend especially if it doesn't concern them.

But there were also instances that some people not really close to me, who at  first  shared concern to my woes, and later managed to unmasked my weakness and tried to sound concern wherein actually, they just insulted my well-being.

Well, I guess you're confuse with what I'm saying  here in case you're reading my blog. I kept promising to share some of the things I've been thru lately or for the past years. I really do. But I'm too tired to write now ✌ I hope I can share it with you in my next entry. I'm still drafting it and hope to post it soon and (hope to) inspire others with my journey 💕

When The Teacher Gave My Child The Wrong Grade

I had a not so good weekend lately and I hope these series of unfortunate events ended already. I guess I'm going to discuss first what transpired last Friday (and I might talk about what had happened on succeeding days in another blog entry).

I attended my daughter's 2nd Quarter PTC (Parent-Teacher Conference) last Friday afternoon. "Brace yourself" was what I told myself because my consistent-honor-student daughter made a huge mess on her grades last quarter. I guess she was enjoying too much of her freedom in high school that she forgot her major responsibility - STUDY! The 1st quarter result didn't sit well with me so her privileges were removed from her -- Facebook deactivated, from iPhone to analogue Cherry mobile, no hanging out with friends on weekend and wake up early in the morning (and I'm talking 4:30 am!) so she could review her lessons. Yeah, I'm such a pain in the ass momma when I got totally mad!

Then came the 2nd PTC and I had the chance to review my daughter's record last quarter to one of the teachers. She was on leave the previous PTC and haven't got the chance to talk to her, only the substitute teacher. And came the great SHOCK! There was a big mistake in my daughter's grade. Turns out she got higher (though not that high) grade and was still IN at the honor roll. What the----!

The teacher apologized for the huge blunder and told me they would correct the mistake. The grade relayed to the substitute was not my daughter's final grade after all. And I was shock and disappointed and sad for my daughter at the same time coz they didn't know all the stress, the pains, the hassles we went thru. Awarding of honors for 1st Quarter was already done and that won't happen again. And what will they do now? All they told me was they will correct her grade and give her the certificate of honor coz she deserved it...Well, thank you for that...

However, thinking over and over about it made me realize that it was not enough. I punished my kid anytime for her wrongdoing but I am also ready to defend her should someone make a huge mess on her. This time, my daughter deserves my sympathy. My inner tigress was unleashed again that I could not wait for today to come.

So this morning, I went to my child's school not to see her teacher but the school head. I saw and talked to the school's Vice-Principal and pour everything out. I didn't totally blame the teacher for the wrong grade because she was on leave. In fact, I should be thankful to her for correcting it. I could not also blame the adviser coz he was just there writing the grade given to him, I could not also blame the substitute coz she doesn't really know what the real grade was (uh-uh...hmmm). But who was there to blame, ME? Funny. Of course it was still their fault in whatever perspective you're going to see it...sigh.

I also complained about another teacher who was so unfair in grading his students. Cause when I asked him about how my child got that grade the mere fact I saw her tried to improve her grades this quarter, he could not give me a logical answer.

I don't usually go to my daughter's school these days because I'm trying to avoid to be called "Sip-sip". I am not that type of parent who goes there to influence the teachers so that they will give my child favorable grades. However, with all these hullabaloos, I guess I'm going to be visible to let the teachers know I'm watching them. Not to scare them but just keeping my eyes on them.

Tiger-mom is now wide awake and I even told the school head that I will come back to check and to hear the progress of my report. I hope and pray they will not disappoint. They promised to correct my daughter's grade and will even announce that she's part of the honor roll last quarter to boost her ego again. They promised that they would talk to the teachers responsible and informed all of them not to commit the same mistakes. They promised that they would check on their teacher's way of grading system. And they told me to come back anytime should I have another concern.

With all that had happened, I pray that something good will come out from this. I don't want to hurt anyone but they should know and understand that it was us who was hurt the most :-(

Simply Lazy

My daughter's supposedly have a test in Math tomorrow but there goes their teacher again, she postponed it. Others might say that I should be glad about it but am not. My daughter is ready to take the test and this didn't happen for the first time. The teacher kept on doing this. I just talked to her last week and told her to refrain from postponing her tests/quizzes/exams. But it seems useless. I guess she had plenty of earwax? Sorry for that but just can't help it. I find her lazy actually. She's teaching math! Come on! I hope she will not postpone it by next week or I'll be forced to report this to her superior. She's been doing this since 1st Quarter and they're already on their 4th Quarter right now! Just sharing my frustrations here...

He Got Me :)

This is my 100th post.
I'm going to write something different. I will let you see a glimpse of me and bore you to death with my story, hehehe...

Today's November 21.
Something significant happened on this date and I was brought back to my memories several years ago. Somebody had said this line to me “Will you be my girl?” Uwaah!
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I remember how choosy I was when it comes to guys. Although I had very few crushes during my high school days, I graduated to having no boyfriend at all. But I wasn’t really looking for it anyway. I was a bit of a man-hater, too.

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College days was more exciting for me. It wasn’t because I was scouting for a bf but because there were lots of things to explore and lots of adventures, too. Then, somebody expressed his intentions to me. We belonged to the same course and he was a nice guy. But I wasn’t ready then. I told him if he could wait. And I don’t know if I meant that because I didn’t really fall for him. I just liked his nice gestures to me. I guess he waited for me for about 3 yrs, but we ended up as good friends.

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At one time, while I was walking by myself on my way home, somebody just popped out from nowhere (whoa!). He introduced himself and said he liked me a lot. He said we had the same course and that he knew me all along. He even had the guts to invite me out on Valentine’s Day. That day came and I saw him waiting for me outside of our school, but then I took cover so that he wouldn't see me. Why would I go out with him when I barely even knew him? His looks were ok but somewhat not to be trusted, hehe. He was actually disappointed when I didn’t show up (somebody told me, but hey should I be guilty about it?). He ended up with his classmate later.

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A friend of mine asked me to introduce him to my best friend. He kept asking me about her. Until one day, he acted so awkward towards me. I asked him why & later told me that he actually fell for the bridge ~ what was that all about? He said I was the bridge. Well, I was never interested in him, aside from the fact that we kept on bickering. I didn’t like his attitude and he was not my type either. I didn't like his face, to be frank! (hehe). He gave me a lot of stress, but I think that was his way to get my attention. We fought a lot that I didn’t want to see his face again. I ignored him for quite a long time.

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I joined an organization and I became close to some of the members. One of them was brave enough to express what he felt inside. He was a very good writer, very witty and creative. He was supposed to be my good friend until he courted me. I asked him to be just a friend, but he was persistent. He was not even minding that I was taller than him. That wasn’t the only reason why I declined. I always followed my heart and my mind when it comes to that matter. And I didn’t feel anything special about him. He didn’t listen, until I got pissed off. The only way to stop him was to ignore him and end his friendship. He was surprised. To think I told him that I won’t change. But he changed me. That was years ago, but we’re friends now ;)

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I don’t get it. If I liked somebody, he was unavailable. And if somebody liked me, I was not interested.

Some said I looked strict and some were intimidated. Somebody told me, why not collect and select? Halleer?! I’m not a playgirl, and I'm not stupid. I wasn’t that desperate, either, and College days ain’t over yet.

However, when my debut came, I was still a member of NBSB (no boyfriend since birth). Until I was over 18 years old and still, nothing happened.

There was one time I prayed to God (and even wrote it), that if I would fall in love, that guy would be my last. I also wished that he would be taller than I am (hehe ~ no offense to others), and intellectual because I’m only average. And I also prayed that if possible, I hope I would be his first girlfriend, too, so that we were even and I can’t be compared to an ex. I guess I asked too much and I realized how perfectionist and choosy I was. I thought I would end up an as old-maid.

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I was also a member of another organization. I had fun in there and it was where I found my ‘bestest’ friends. I became closer to one particular person. I was his confidante, so I knew most of his secrets. Although at first, we argued a lot, but later, the atmosphere changed. It was as if we had a mutual understanding. He was supposed to be my best friend. He was always concerned about me and I was a bit surprised later when I didn't get easily mad at him anymore. But he never courted me. I guess he tried to make attempts but it never happened. We were very close for so very long, I never realized that the people behind us thought that we were an item. Maybe that was why others could not come near me, hmmm?

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Until, somebody with guts came along. We were introduced but never really became friends. It was only 3 months later that we exchanged 'Hi's to each other. End of September, he revealed to my best friend that he liked me. By October, we got to talk a lot. By November, he asked me out on a date and there, he expressed his real intentions. I told him to wait because I was a bit confused at that time. (I was also thinking of my other friend). Anyway, my friend soon knew about him yet he was mum about it. At one time, both of them wanted to accompany me home. I told them to give me a break and go home yourselves. I ended up going home alone instead (what the hey!). Yet in that short time, I knew I was falling… I told myself to wait and just decide on my 20th birthday, which would happen in 2 months. Funny, I even wrote a poem titled, You or Him? (it’s in my older post here). But this, somebody, did not waste his time. He asked me out again & I didn’t even refuse. This time, he popped up the question again and I answered YES. It was November 21, still 2 months away from my birthday.

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I woke up the next morning having goose bumps. What did I do ast night? What?! I have a boyfriend already? I didn’t even tell my parents yet. Can I get my answer back? I didn’t even know him that much. I never asked if he had a girlfriend before. He might even have a lovechild. But I guess I was too preoccupied to think about that, that I did not care anymore. I accepted him because I was, well, strucked by cupid. And why should I let him wait if I was already sure about how I feel? Anyways, it stayed that way. We were officially a couple. As for my other friend, I avoided him because I didn’t want him to feel bad. I did not approach nor bother to talk to him. What was there to talk about anyway? He never even expressed his intentions towards me. That was settled then. But we were ok later. Our closeness never returned but at least we’re still very good friends. That was all that mattered. But I thank God that we didn’t end up with each other because we were both very opinionated, stubborn and we always bicker. In short, we were incompatible.

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7 years & 2 months after, Glenn (the Him in the poem I wrote) & I tied the knot. It was during those years that we knew each other deeply. It was during those years that I found out that I was his first and only girlfriend, so, no lovechild existed and no exes to compare with. I later learned that he belonged to class A in their university when he was in high school and was in the honor’s program in College (but he signed himself out later). Another thing, he's taller than I am, hehe. Later did I realize that I got all my prayers answered. And after more than 6 yrs of marriage (and 1 kid after), the road we traveled was not perfect, yet we strive and managed to overcome the obstacles that we encountered. We still have a very long journey ahead of us. I thank God for guiding us all throughout the way.

Can You Reach My Friend?

I am currently thinking of my friend who I did not see for years. She was my best friend and until now she still is. However, things were not the same as before, since we now live far from each other. We used to hang out a lot and were inseparable. But time came when I was too preoccupied with work that I didn’t get to spend time with her. When things went wrong with her, I was furious. But I also felt guilty about it, for not being there for her when she was lost. I thought that things would have been prevented had I been there to guide her. But since our friendship mattered the most, we tried our best to put the flaws aside and live life as it is. She returned to her hometown and I remained here. But I missed her. She’s a friend who was my exact opposite, yet we clicked. She always listened to me, even if I gave her some constructive criticism, she always took it positively. Even after I scolded her with what had happened to her, she still listened and held on to me, saying she'd try her best to make amends and make the wrong things right. Nowadays, even though we don’t get to see each other, we still communicate by phone, but not as often. Sometimes, she would tell me she’s OK and contented, however, at times I can feel that she’s lonely. I'm reminded of the song that we used to sing. I always dedicate this song to her whenever I play it on my guitar...

Can You Reach My Friend?

I got a call from an old friend
We laughed about how we had changed
But I could tell things weren’t going as well as she claimed
She tried to hide her feelings, but they only gave her away.
The longer I listened, the more I kept wishing
I knew the right words to say.

Can You reach my friend?
You’re the only One who can
Lord, I know that You love her
So make her understand
Can You reach my friend?
Bring her search into an end
And help her bring her heart to You.

We talked for more than an hour
And I smiled when she mentioned Your Name.
I said I knew You
and told her the difference You made
She never thought she needs You
But maybe she’s changing her mind.
As we said goodbye, Lord, she told me that
I have found something that she’d like to find.

Can You reach my friend?
You’re the only One who can
Lord, I know that You love her
So make her understand
Can You reach my friend
Bring her search into an end
And help her bring her heart to You.

Maybe she’s ready tonight
Lord, she said that she might
Make a call on You.

Lord, can You reach my friend?
You’re the only One who can
Lord, I know that You love her
So make her understand
Can You reach my friend
Bring her search into an end
And help her bring her heart to You.

Lord, help her bring her lonely heart to You.

Remembering Dad on Father's Day

It’s been 7 years since my dad passed away. But it seems it was just yesterday since I last saw him. He died of cancer. It was a terrible ordeal not just for him but for us, his family, too. He was 51 years old. He would have turned 52 July that year had he not passed away in February. Yeah, he was still young. It was supposedly the peak year of his life. He never even saw me and my brothers got married. He did not even see his granddaughter born. He retired from his work after 30 years because he got this Big C. Too bad! He worked his ass out just to get sick. It was so unfair….But who said life is fair anyway?

My dad was a great man. He was a great dad. Being the youngest and only girl in our family, I was tagged as Daddy’s girl. But for me, in my eyes, he cared a lot not only for me but for my brods as well. Among the 3 of us, I was very vocal to say what I wanted to say to him. And being the only girl, and youngest, too, of course he was extra cautious in everything that I do or might happen to me. Unlike my brothers, he felt that they could take care of themselves or they have nothing to lose or some kind to that effect…

One time, I had issues about myself. I can’t seem to recall what transpired then. I remember I was too depressed and when I talked to him over the phone, I was wailing over some nonsense issues, sobbing and crying my heart out. Not thoroughly comforted, I drank the whole grande of pilsen beer. My brothers were actually arguing the following day of who drank the whole thing, and neither of them admitted that they had it. And neither of them believed that I did it, too, hehe. Anyway, when my dad traveled back home, he gave to me his acoustic guitar to keep me company. He told me to take good care of it and just play it when I feel lonely. Until now, the guitar’s with me and even the strings were not replaced yet. I do use it not only when I feel down but even when I’m in good mood.

There were so many wonderful things to say about him. But meantime, I’ll just say a little. It’s father’s day and I want to give extra thought of him on this very special day. And I would like to share to you the one of the poems I made for him when he died titled "How Long?" I'll just publish the rest soon...

Only You

I never thought I will come to know you,
I never thought we would meet,
Never expect our path will cross,
Nor even think someday I'll end up with you.

Time, I cannot say it is
That love I would feel such as this...
Happiness, I can say when I found you
For great is the love, to me that you show.

Now that we're in each other's arms
I never wish to let you go
Coz everything I dream is found in you,
And hoping what you feel is the same as I do.

You never really knew how much I love you,
It doesn't matter as long as my heart knows it's true.
You never once hear me say I want you
But you must know that each day, with me, I need you.

You told me forever you'll stay true,
And I would say I'll be loyal, too.
And as long as we remain together
I will love only you forever.

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ENOUGH!

I lived separately from my mom after I got married. My mom became a widow at the age of 55. Thankfully, my older brother was there to accompany my mom even until he got married. I was glad he was there for my mom, although I also often visit my old place with my husband and daughter, and sometimes my other older brod and his wife also go there to stay overnight or just visit. Everything went well. My family lived harmoniously. Even though my dad was not around anymore, we gained four additional members to our family – my two sisters in-law, my husband and my daughter. And Christmas was never dull in our family.

Months ago, a relative asked to stay at my mom’s place. Ever hospitable, my mom agreed to let her stay. We’ll, I’ll just name her – Melody. She said she would undergo a surgery, and that she had to rest at home afterwards. Accompanying her was her boyfriend. I’ll name him Johnny Bravo. But her family was sooo against Johnny – but that’s another story to tell. After the surgery, she decided to stay at my mom’s place, and later, she realized it might be a good place to hang around for awhile, hmmm.

My mom didn’t have any helpers at home, so with the absence of Melody’s relatives (who just came to visit a few times then leave), my mom was left alone to take care of her, buying her foods, meds, groceries, milk, fruits, etc. Sometimes, in the middle of the night she would call for my mom to look after her coz she felt scared, in pain, whatever. If not my mom, she would knock at my elder brod’s bedroom to let him look after her. It wouldn’t have been a disturbance at all, if only it happened only once or twice, but then it occurred all too frequently.

Johnny? Well, he keeps watch over her alright, but he sleeps in another room at night. Though he’s there to clean up her mess…– mess, as in literally – because she’s not suppose to lift or carry heavy objects…Poor guy, but good for him! Against all odds, he’s there for Melody because (according to him) he loves her. But I won’t dwell on the topic of their love story.

Melody went back to her hometown for awhile but came back to my mom’s place because of another treatment. It’s supposedly called Radioactive Iodine or RAI. It’s actually a radiation therapy taken orally. It works well with the patient having a thyroid problem but is considered dangerous for children, pregnant women or women in their reproductive years. In short, Melody needed to be isolated. She needed to have her own set of utensils, linens, etc., and she was required to flush the toilet three times after using it. She was cautioned not be in contact with others to avoid causing harm.

We had one vacant room at home, with its own bathroom, so Melody asked my mom to let her stay in that room 5 days after the treatment. However, if you’ve read the internet or medical books, it is clearly stated there that a patient like her should be isolated for at least 11 days. Did I fail to mention that Melody was quite demanding? Well, she had a way of always getting what she wanted. And in the end, her wish was granted, provided that she never get inside the main house but stay only on that separate bedroom until the 11th day is over. My brother and his wife have no kids yet, so it was quite risky for them if Melody was around or near them. My mom needed to refrain from going near her, too, to avoid being the carrier of whatever comes out from her radiation.

A day prior to her arrival, my mom diligently cleaned up the room. My other older brother, who used to own that room, took his things out for Melody’s convenience. Everybody went busy even though deep inside they were hoping she would stay somewhere else. But my family was very hospitable (!) as I’ve said.

The 5-day-stay at the hospital was over and then she returned to my mom’s place. As soon as she stepped into ‘her’ room, she complained of so many things. The room was too hot for her, she might have asthma attacks, there were a lot of mosquitos, she felt like this and like that. In the end, she entered the main house, stayed there, ate there, used the toilet without even bothering to flush the toilet bowl properly, and well, slept inside my mom’s bedroom. My brother was outraged and insulted. I was furious upon knowing this, my mom was speechless. In fact, everybody felt they just had ENOUGH!

It was so ironic that the owners of the house ended up sleeping in another house. Why? What was left of them anyway? They felt so defenseless and thought the better to run away or else trouble might happen right in the middle of the night.

Melody is already in her late 30’s, nearing 40. Her boyfriend is 51 years old, separated from his wife. But Melody’s family is so against Johnny. And Melody just despises all the people who would dare say negative things against Johnny. Apparently, they “professed” their love for each other even though they stepped on everyone else’s toes. And that’s probably one of the reasons why Melody wanted to stay at my mom’s place, so that she and Johnny were free to be together, with no one bothering or spying them. Johnny would also have free board and lodging, among other things at our home! Melody was raised too spoiled by her mom. She is very dependent and always lets other people do simple things for her. Poor mother of hers, she always wanted what’s best for her daughter to the point that she’s the one receiving all the insults for Melody. She’s already old but her love for Melody is so big that she’s blinded to the fact that Melody’s abusing her. But I don’t know who’s to blame here. I guess they’re all at fault.

So, what happens now at home? My mom and brod went back home anyways. But with a heavy heart, my brother was not able to control his emotions anymore. He poured everything out, but not to Melody - but to her mom. Poor old lady, she accepted it but asked everyone not to tell Melody about the incident. I, for one, was hoping that Melody should know about it. She was the one who brought up all this mess. She should have acted her age, be responsible, be independent and use her brain.

In the end, they all went to stay to her sister’s house. But should we feel guilty about this? If only Melody did not break the rule, maybe they could have still stayed at home. Even my own family risked their own health for her. But this kind of people should have at least some decency, some “delicadeza” or “hiya” because they’re the ones forcing my family to let them stay. Now that they left, should we be ashamed of what we did?
This story is only a short version. If I will all write everything in verbatim, you might hyperventilate in anger and would need oxygen. And I know what you’ll say – that enough is enough!

When I wrote this blog early this afternoon, I had no inkling of what transpired at my mom’s place. At 5 p.m. I called up my mom. Damn! Those people are back again. Melody didn’t like her sister’s place. Gosh, I should have known! Everywhere you put her, she’s never content. I told my mom to put down the phone because I didn’t want to hear what she was going to tell me anymore. This whole thing is such f***ing b***sh*t! My family couldn’t do anything and I’m in a rage.

What can one do if an enough is more than enough???!!!