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I remember when my only source of entertainment was the playtime I would have with my cousins Ashley, kuya Abcidie, Jayron, Lucky, kuya Russel, and Jermel. Sometimes, it would end up in a huge argument or a petty fight. But, if I could trade my phone, my laptop, my wifi, and every digital source of entertainment I have right now for what we had back then, I would in a heartbeat.  My mom would bring me with her at a computer shop near our house at Balibago, Angeles City, Pampanga. I’d sit there, eat my favorite Jollibee, and watch Jollibee’s Jollitown on youtube or power rangers (samurai, mystical force, and RPD). Mama would order a c2 for us two from kuya tagabantay and he’d get some from the huge white ice-box they had sa computer shop.  My papa would tell me stories to get me to sleep. They weren’t fairytales, they weren’t colorful. They were horror stories. Instead of being scared, I found myself safe in his embrace as he told me gore and scary stories. Him being beside me was enough to cancel out the fear I had.  My Lolo would eat “bagoong and kamatis” at every meal we had together. Something I do now too. He would also tell me dreams he had about a life he wanted for his family. He’d tell me about how in-love he is with my Lola. He’d tell me to conquer the world, and so I did. My Lola cooked delicious meals she’d feed me every day (kaya tumaba ako). She’d get mad at me and my cousins kapag makulit kami but she’ll never hit me. Whenever she had extea coins, ibibigay nya sakin so I could go to the pisonet near our house. She also “hatid-sundo” me from when I was g4 all the way until g6. She was more than a grandmother, she’s an everyday legend who taught me to stand for what I love. My sister, whom I would always get into silly fights is now close to 10 years old - a whole decade I shared with her. She’s starting to develop her sense of humor, passion for art, love for music, strength to conquer the unknown. She’s the reason why I get up every day and chase after my dreams even when it feels like going against the world, so she can chase hers smoothly.  I want to go back to who I was. A child so afraid to be seen, so afraid to be judged. So afraid to admit and commit to who he actually is. A child. An afraid one. I want to color the coloring book my mom bought me once again. I want to learn my favorite songs for the first time again. I want to fit in my mom, papa, lolo, and lola’s arms so cutely again.  I want to smile not because of what I have, but because of who I am and what I had.  While I can try to punish myself for not cherishing my childhood enough, I’ll choose to embrace this version of myself that is hurting, crying, imperfect, and beautifully flawed. Because I know that I will end up becoming someone my childhood self would look up to.  Every piece of my broken childhood lives in me today.  I love you, and so if you’re reading this then please know that you may want to slow down. Not only because time moves too fast, but because there’s so much to be thankful of in the “now” as much as there is in the “future”. Accept who you were, embrace what you are, and love who you’re becoming. Mahal ko kayo :)) 💗
I remember when my only source of entertainment was the playtime I would have with my cousins Ashley, kuya Abcidie, Jayron, Lucky, kuya Russel, and Jermel. Sometimes, it would end up in a huge argument or a petty fight. But, if I could trade my phone, my laptop, my wifi, and every digital source of entertainment I have right now for what we had back then, I would in a heartbeat. My mom would bring me with her at a computer shop near our house at Balibago, Angeles City, Pampanga. I’d sit there, eat my favorite Jollibee, and watch Jollibee’s Jollitown on youtube or power rangers (samurai, mystical force, and RPD). Mama would order a c2 for us two from kuya tagabantay and he’d get some from the huge white ice-box they had sa computer shop. My papa would tell me stories to get me to sleep. They weren’t fairytales, they weren’t colorful. They were horror stories. Instead of being scared, I found myself safe in his embrace as he told me gore and scary stories. Him being beside me was enough to cancel out the fear I had. My Lolo would eat “bagoong and kamatis” at every meal we had together. Something I do now too. He would also tell me dreams he had about a life he wanted for his family. He’d tell me about how in-love he is with my Lola. He’d tell me to conquer the world, and so I did. My Lola cooked delicious meals she’d feed me every day (kaya tumaba ako). She’d get mad at me and my cousins kapag makulit kami but she’ll never hit me. Whenever she had extea coins, ibibigay nya sakin so I could go to the pisonet near our house. She also “hatid-sundo” me from when I was g4 all the way until g6. She was more than a grandmother, she’s an everyday legend who taught me to stand for what I love. My sister, whom I would always get into silly fights is now close to 10 years old - a whole decade I shared with her. She’s starting to develop her sense of humor, passion for art, love for music, strength to conquer the unknown. She’s the reason why I get up every day and chase after my dreams even when it feels like going against the world, so she can chase hers smoothly. I want to go back to who I was. A child so afraid to be seen, so afraid to be judged. So afraid to admit and commit to who he actually is. A child. An afraid one. I want to color the coloring book my mom bought me once again. I want to learn my favorite songs for the first time again. I want to fit in my mom, papa, lolo, and lola’s arms so cutely again. I want to smile not because of what I have, but because of who I am and what I had. While I can try to punish myself for not cherishing my childhood enough, I’ll choose to embrace this version of myself that is hurting, crying, imperfect, and beautifully flawed. Because I know that I will end up becoming someone my childhood self would look up to. Every piece of my broken childhood lives in me today. I love you, and so if you’re reading this then please know that you may want to slow down. Not only because time moves too fast, but because there’s so much to be thankful of in the “now” as much as there is in the “future”. Accept who you were, embrace what you are, and love who you’re becoming. Mahal ko kayo :)) 💗

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