
Sunday Dinner with Sisters and Brother
SHERRY ROSE ESCOBER CAYABYAB
It’s not easy for me to go back to the memories of my childhood, it took me enough courage to finally talk about it and express how I felt and what it brought me. But today as I learn to appreciate life and its blessings i wanted to share to everyone what my childhood experience taught me.
Eight years ago, I was lost and depressed, i felt so miserable that I’ve thought of ending my life because of pain, the pain of losing your family and everything that you have. I was always been loving towards my family, at a young age being the second child and someone more responsible than our eldest I was always given the responsibility at home especially in taking care of my younger siblings, that made me emotionally attached to them that I never thought in my life that I could lose them in a glimpse.
Then One day, we found out something that started to ruin our family, my dad is having an affair to another girl. I would hear my parents fight about it, they would shout hurtful words to each other which will end up to another physical and emotional abused. Each day of going to school was a burden for me, because I’m absorbing all the pain at home, it was not a normal thing for me.
I and my siblings are suffering a lot. As days and months passed the fight among my parents continues that even their families will include themselves which makes the situation worst, that makes it hard to fixed, I was losing hope. My heart would melt each time I see my mom crying and the painful process she is going through because of dad cheating on her, being a child; clueless and innocent, I don’t have idea who is right and wrong with what is happening to them, I will be honest that I hated my dad, that I was blaming him, because at that time I knew from my teachers that cheating was a sin so without knowing the reason why my dad cheated on my mom, I took side on my mom. There was this one time that Mom and dad was on a argument that I answered back my dad and shouted on him, it was also the first time that he slapped me on my face, that made me hate him more each day.
Waking up in the morning knowing you no longer have a complete family to be with was painful, I would wake up crying and end my day crying again and again, the normal routine that I have to go through just to ease the loneliness and pain. I know it was not normal for such a growing teenager to be depressed but it was a trauma that I was able to bring each day of my life. I have to get used to the changes in my life, the well of life which we had was one of the biggest adjustment process, I can no longer go to the private school I would want, I can no longer buy the things I wanted. But I’m not really after the material things; I’m after my family’s welfare. I cannot take how my sibling’s life would be after all of this, what future ahead of them. It was a nightmare for me; it was all a nightmare that I don’t want to remember all over again.
I’m talking here being a daughter, a sister and a woman, I’m sharing these because I want everybody to know how I was able to survived with it, well, I won’t deny that It was not easy, there was a time in my life that I would hold a knife and cut my wrist, i would only have little scratches on my wrist, I cannot do it, because I cannot take in my heart to kill myself and do nothing for my family. I needed to be strong and that’s what I did, and I can’t believe that I was able to survived; me and my family. I know it’s not only me who experienced this kind of problem, I know there are worst cases out there, and believe me or not, I still feel lucky, why? Because I was in a good direction as I talk today. And with all the pain, hardship and problems that I had face along my way I never give up, instead I used it as an inspiration to be a better person and build a good future.
I can’t believe that 8 years has already passed, I’m no longer the little girl that used to cry a lot, I’m now a lady, independent and stronger, that was the goodness that my bitter past has given me. Being a daughter, I was able to fulfill my duty of taking care of my parents, I have found forgiveness for my dad, and I love him more reach day because I know he regret everything that happen even if it’s too late it was a lesson learned for him. It took me years to forgive and forget but the wait was all worth it. Acceptance was part of the process, but when you see that your family is there for you it becomes lighter. Though you are not on one roof as afamily when you feel that love among each other’s there will be no challenges that you cannot survived.
I know there a lot of teenagers around us who are experiencing this kind of problems, going through a broken family is difficult especially when you are growing up, but what really matters the most is do the good thing, try not to rebel and make it as an inspiration that you should do better in everything that you do especially in reaching your dreams, doing this things will help your family and yourself as well.
My bitter past has taught me a lot and molded me as a person I am today. Lessons have learn, I just have to continue being the best daughter and sister that I can be. Now, I’m much stronger and I know I can face any problems that will come my way; my Faith will help me go the right way.
I've learned this past year. I've changed, I've grown. Maybe things do happen for a reason, maybe they don't. But no matter what - they still happen. That's what we need to remember. I learned to stop analysing things, to just let them happen. And if I get hurt, or if something bad happens, then it happens. There's something I can do to change that. I've learned to go with my gut, and that it's okay to make mistakes. I've learned that love really is a great as they say it is. I've learned that your friends can't save you from your worst enemy: yourself. And most importantly, I've learned that today is all we have.