Throughout Grade 1 to Grade 6, I was bullied by the son of our principal while his two other best buddies took turns in making my life a living hell. To properly defend myself from my perpetrators, I pleaded with Nanay to enroll me in JUDO KARATE. But for whatever reason my stubborn mother had, she enrolled me in ballet instead. I was so freakingly mad with her that I refused to participate in class. Since she was always not around, she had no idea that I was just watching my classmates whenever I go to the Yap Residence where the class was being held. She only found out that I did not join the class before the day of the Recital.
My mother enrolled me in piano without even asking me if I wanted to learn or not. Maybe because she was a frustrated pianist so she wanted to realize her dream through her only daughter. I probably had no qualms if only my piano teacher didn’t forcefully hit my fingers with her wooden ruler every time I make mistakes. So I fabricated excuses on days that she would come to teach. Of course I spaced out the days into intervals so they won’t appear too obvious. My alibis included stomachache, toothache, headache, colds, cough, and fever. I would estimate the time she would arrive, warming my hands, neck and forehead with a washcloth soaked in hot water and lie in bed covered in blanket to be believable that I was running a fever.
I mentioned in my previous posts that I was planning to run away from home so in order to have enough money for my getaway, I asked Nanay if I could raise a piglet and sell it when it’s big enough. I promised her that I will save my earnings in the bank and she agreed. Though quite difficult, I took very good care of it for 6 months until it was ready to be sold. I placed a rope around his neck, not too tight so it could breathe freely. I held on the rope so that both the pig and I walked side by side like inseparable lovers to the slaughterhouse in Marbel, South Cotabato. It took us about an hour to arrive at our destination. He was weighed and after the butcher gave me the corresponding payment, I returned home beaming because I could now reach Davao City if I wanted. I salivated thinking of all the durian I could possibly eat hahahah . . .
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