John Michael D. Valera Prof. Jayson S.

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STORY OF MY PARENTS
I remembered back in my Elementary years; my Mom is busy of something when I’ve
asked her about their love story. She asked me why? I’ve told her, it was our assignment in school
to know our parents love story (but it is not true, I just want to know how they become together,
she was hesitatant at first but in the end, she started the story:
Their love story started out as quite the opposite. Back in their College life, my parents met
when they shared the same condo. My dad, a rebel/bad boy, and my mom, straight-edge and kind,
started off on the wrong foot and it stayed like that for years. They ran in the same circles as they
had grown to have the same friends, but nothing changed between them until the fateful Ball Night
happened in their School. He was dressed in suit and tie and she as the beautiful Cleopatra. (I’m
laughing hard when she said this part.) They have so much fun together and that’s how my parents
develop their feelings in each other. After the ball, my father went home that night with one phone
number, I guess you know whose number it is: my mom’s.
They dated for five years and then after my Dad graduated in College and he was already
offered a job in some factory he worked for. However, my Mom still cannot passed her Board
Exam after her second take. That Christmas, my dad proposed and he said to stop worrying because
he will the one be working and starting their life over. She let go of being a registered Nurse and
follow the future my father wanted. They were married that following July in the backyard of the
house my dad grew up in. It was a small, intimate wedding with a live band filled with magic and
love.
They spent their honeymoon just like the rest of their marriage, exploring. They waited
three years to have their first kid (which is my brother) and spent those years taking of each other,
being sweet just as they had while they were dating. With my brother in the picture, that they took
with them.
Soon, I joined our family and I came along to explore the world with them. But suddenly
with no a good reason my Father left us without a word. She lost contact with him and force to go
back with my Grandparents house. After she knows that being here in the Philippines won’t make
a living for the three of us. She decided to work as an OFW (Overseas Filipino Worker) so we can
finish our studies.
My Mother have been through a lot over the last 25 years, but have been there supporting
me and my big brother through it all physically, mentally and financially. We found out my dad
had a first family before us. He have 3 child and one who’s older than my brother. He is also a still
working on the factory he used to work at but supporting a different family now. If you’re curious
about the marriage, it was fake in documents. A well executed one isn’t it but it doesn’t matter
now. To be honest, I’m happy it’s fake since we don’t need them to take a divorce papers to slit
up officially.
What I have learned through watching my Mother while growing up on what I am today is
something I will keep with me for the rest of my life. I know that we will never have complete
healthy and relationship with my Father but that doesn’t mean that we want one. My Mother,
Grandparents, Aunt, and Uncles who’s very accepting, loving, empathetic, outgoing, spontaneous
and fun-loving because of them and their love, me and my big brother grow up well and will
always be thankful to all of them when we need them the most. These priceless family of mine is
the one I always wanted to have that I won’t exchange for anything else in this world.