UNTRUE

Do you want to know my story? A sad one or a funny one?? Before that, I would like to introduce

my self first. My name is Cindy Ruflo Enoy, 18 years old. A Senior High school Students at

Macapari National High School.

So, At the age of seven, I already know how to make a story..Making a love story through

imagination only, not end up to a written. I think, I should say it " Day dreaming for my prince

charming ".

I am a person who enjoy reading and creating stories. I want to be alone to focus my created

stories. I love reading and creating stories, to the point that it becomes my happy pill. And

wishing to be a famous writer someday.

Three Years past, I'm 10 years of age that time. My life was good, I am not suffering stressful

things, thoughts nor illness. Actually, I am healthy and happy-go-lucky type of child. Will, maybe

its because I came from a complete family and was raised by love. But my world turned

upsidedown after that day happended.

"Kuya I'm okay"

"Kuya I'm just tired"

"Ma I'm Strong"

"Ma I'm healthy"

"Ma I'm okay"

All this are lies, but end up to

"MA I CANT HANDLE IT ANYMORE"

Part 1

"Ouch!" my handsome brother Gomer hit my head. What a loving brother.

" I been calling you a while ago, but you dont bother to approach me." He yell at me.

"Ahmm. I'm busy Kuya, doing my... Homeworks?." I said without looking him.

"I know your lying. " he said

" yeah hehehe,," I smile with matching scratch my head as if its etchy.

" I'm sorry kuya, the truth is I'm just creating a story, maybe I'm too busy imagining my prince

charming so that I can't hear you. " I reply and give him a finger gesture "peace"..

" Prince charming? Are you serious?." he shout.

"Kuya, I'm not deaf, so you don't need to shout." I said calm.

" Tsk.What ever little sis. Your too young for that, bitter to stop. And you should prioritise your

studies."he advised me.

I just smile, for what he said.

"By the way. Buy me some seasonings, I'll cook a dish for dinner. " he ordered.

"Okay kuya." then I salute him.

The other day, a blissful Sunday. Cause its my birthday. I'm already ten. While I'm eating my

delicious ice cream, someone approach me, he sit next to me and face me.

"Bord's,?" I ask and smile.

"Happy birthday sis." he said and hand me a small box.

" Are you sick brother?" I ask trying to fleer him. He just raise his eyebrows and act to retake his

gift that remains handed me.

" Thank you bord's," as I fastly take the gift before he retake it .

" Welcome sis, I just want to comply your birthday wish." he said and mess my hair.

"Not my hair bord's" i said. He just smile and find his way to the kitchen. His our cook for my
special day.

"Miracle" cause for the first time, my black sheep brother Ernie have a present for me. A very

valuable gift.

The party was still at night comes. Meanwhile, I'm with my brothers. I can't stop but laughing

because of their jokes.

Minutes past, I held my head when I feel aches.

"Lab are you ok?" my brother Dondie approach me.

"Yeah,." I reply.

"You look pale." he say.

"Maybe I'm just tired." I answer.

"Are you sure?" He insure.

"Of course, I'm just tired kuya, so don't worry." I answer again.

"Then you should take a rest. Sleep now." He said.

I give him a smile and say good bye to all of them. Then find my way to my room.

The pain is still there, the pain makes me crazy. I don't now how to stop this pain.

This is not the first time that I feel an headache. Actually, it happened three or four times in a

week. But I didn't bother to pay attention on it.

Minutes pass of being miserable. I feel asleep so I do.

After a months suffering of my illness, my mother notice that I'm too feel unsound. She notice

that I have something hide for her. So that, I have no choice but to admit that I'm always

suffering with this illness.

And because of that she always reminding me to go in hospital for a check up but I refuse to go.

Like now.

"Were going now, and you can't say no." She order.

"Ma, I'm not sick, I don't need a check up, because I'm healthy." I said.
"You're too obdurate lab, just this time please,! Listen to us." my father pleaded.

"You don't have too worry about me Pa, I'm Strong, like you. " I convince them.

With that, they failed to convince me, Again.

Part II

Three months after my 10th b-day

I relay from day dreaming when I feel it again.

"Arggg," its too much pain. I don't know what to do but to hold my head and pull my hair. I shout

silently and cry without voice. I just let my tears falling.

Minutes pass I feel that the pain are almost vanish. And I notice that its already late in the

afternoon. And I already forget my lunch.

I stand up and find my way to the mirror and look at my reflection. This is not me. The nimble

me is faint now. I'm different from who I am before. I lost my high weight. I'm too careless. And I

feel sorry for my self.

I go to the kitchen to oust my hunger.

"I'm home,." I feel shock when I see my brother Samie. Oh my god , he's really here.

"Samie, your here?" I excitedly ask not believing.

"Ahahahahaha, yeah! Where's Mama?" he ask.

"At the farm." I answer. " Have something you buy for me?" I ask with matching eyebrows up and

down.

"Yeah, here."he said handed me the bag he'd carry.

I open it, then I saw something that makes me smile.

"For real? Are you given this to me?" I ask unbelieving.

"Yeah, my advance gift for your graduation."

"Wow, thank you Sam." I thank him.

"Your welcome sis, but promise me that you should finish your study, Okay?." He said.
"Of course brother." I reply.

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Days pass I feel the pain again.

"Lab, are you okay?" Mama ask me.

"Yes ma, !" I answer.

"Are you sure?" She ensure.

"Yes ma, I'm okay don't worry." I reply

"You know what lab, this is not the first time I saw you like this, you look pale." she said.

"Ma, I'm just tired, so don't worry about me. Okay? Maybe I should take a rest for now. " I said.

"Headache again? Right?" She ask.

"Yeah but just a little. Ahmm, can I go to my room Ma? " I ask likewise. Then she nod.

As I enter in my room and I fastly hold my head and pull my hair, its too painful.

"Arggggh". Its too much pain. Maybe Its better to die than to live and suffer this pain. Again,

like I always did, I just let my tears fall into my chicks. The pain is still there. And I can't handle it

anymore.

" Ma...!" I shout.

"Ma help me please." I pleaded

Then my mother approach me.

"Lab? " she call me with shivering tone.

She hold my face. Then I saw her tears already here ready to fall.

"Hey, what's happening here?" Papa approach us.

"I don't know, maybe she feel it again." Mama answer.

"Ma, I can't handle it anymore ." I admit.

" Because you are too obdurate lab, we always convince you to go on hospital for a check up,

but you always refused us.You always say that your okay, even though its not. " Papa said.

"Ma, Pa I'm sorry of being untrue. I just want you to see that I'm okay. That I'm healthy. I don't

want to see you worrying about me." I said.

"Lab its our obligation to take care of you. If you feel that your not okay, just teel us. And we find

ways to make you okay." Mama said.

"Okay Ma. I'm sorry!"

"Next time don't lie to us..Maybe you don't want to suffer again right?" She said

"Its a big NO ma, I don't want to feel it again. You know what ma, while I'm feel those pain I'm

thinking that its better to die than to live suffering this pain." I confess.

"Then you should tell us early if you can feel that pain again okay?" Papa said.

"Okay pa ." I answer.

After that day happen I always tell my parents when I feel pain again. Because I don't want to

feel it anymore. Maybe a little pain but its not like what I feel before.