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DUYAN / The Swing

DUYAN / The Swing

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ah 4 - short story
about me and my family
ah 4 - short story
about me and my family

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Published by: Aileen Grace Delima on Mar 12, 2008
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 DUYAN 
The gentle breeze of a summer night embraces my body to slightly shaking. Myfather was quietly relaxing in the black swing out in the garden. His feet stepped over thesteel where the end of the woven black duyan was tied together. It was hanging tightly onthe pole on both ends as if it was struggling to kiss the ground. I told him to get inside because it’s cold outside and there are mosquitoes too. But he ignored me, so I get insidethe house.The next day, I woke up late and breakfast was ready. I was left all alone in thehouse, left with chores to do. My mother and father left, I don’t know where they went.My ‘kuya’ went to work; he’s a nurse while my younger brother hanged out with hisneighborhood friends or maybe to his girlfriend. The house was so untidy. T-shirts, papers, notebooks, ballpens, remote, etc. were all scattered. I have watched Sundaymorning’s cartoons in the television. I used to love watch anime and surf many channelsafter an advertisement. I feel bored that time. But then I have realized it’s a sore in theeyes, so I’ve started cleaning the living room. I played loud music so that our neighborscould hear the new hit in town. I was just trying to enjoy my assignment. Then I went tomy bedroom and sweep the floor. I don’t like my room because it’s a bit smaller compared to that of my brothers’ room. The light bulb was damaged, so it’s dark and wasnot yet replaced until now. The mirror of my locker was broken and the doorknob losesits purpose. I hate cleaning my mother’s bedroom because it just become messy evenafter you clean it. When I looked the clean dry clothes ready to be folded dumped in thechair or in the bed, I feel sleepy. But I took the time arranging all them in my mother’scloset. Its mirror was smaller than mine but it has this compartment for her ‘kikay’ kit,cosmetics and other things. At night, she has this beauty ritual as I would like to call it, asany woman would spend to. She applies
‘eskinol’ 
to her face and I used to joke her that itwould ‘burn’ her face. She even has this Chinese cream maybe for removing blemishes,called as
‘chin chan zo’ 
. After an hour or so, I proceed to my brothers’ room. The bedsheet was disarranged along with the tattered mosquito net. I just laughed at my twogrown up brothers because they were really used to scrubbing their feet to it. Sometimeswhen we have guests, I could see smiles in their faces as they looked at them. But I alsohate it when they just left it anywhere in the house especially my younger brother. I eventhink of hiding it or burning it so that they could no longer use it. Doing that would let meface a great trouble with my brothers. So I placed it in their closet that has no longer amirror like mine. Now I go to the kitchen and washed the dishes. I used to hate washingso many plates, glasses, spoon, forks and other kitchen wares as if it has a feast.Everytime I see this I just again feel so sluggish. I’m afraid my mother would scold mewhen she came home. Subsequent to that, I’ve cleaned the balcony and sweep the floor.The garden was dirty. There were fallen leaves and plastics; so I got the broomstick andclean the ground.After a whole day’s work, I sat down in the swing and rest for a while. I tried todo few short swings just to lighten up the mood. I lay down and tried to get a nap,suddenly our tricycle has arrived. My mother carried cellophane bags with vegetables, peanuts, fish, and pork. I grabbed for 
‘chichiria’ 
and opened it. My mother assigned me

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