Autobiographical

"THE TIME I STOPPED NOTICING"

"I'm attentive" they said

             As children we were disciplined to listen so that maybe we could be useful or even help to create an idea. Not noticing can make your regret things, and wish that you have listened/noticed.

"Ma, tabang ko"

             When I came home from school I keep noticing my mom doing so much things even at home, so I decided to help her so that her stress would not go up. I washed the dishes, water the plants, sweep the floor, but as days go by I got busy with assignments, projects, activities. I started coming home late and I spent all my energy doing so much things. I know my mother very well, and I know she is an understanding mother, so when I arrived she saw me all drained up, she just continued cleaning. I came home late as usual, I started to remember that I would and I saw my mother doing her job as a housewife, mother, and a supervisor  I started to remember that I used to help my mother, but I just ignored her.

"Nak, tabangi ko"

"Ok ma, unya lang"

             "Unya Lang" a very common response for lazy people. we say it, but we never do it

"Nak, pamubo sa tanum"

"Nak, panilhig"

"Nak, Tabangi ko hugas plato"

             I hated myself whenever I hear the word "Unya lang". I used to say that word but now I feel uncomfortable and angry to myself. The moment arrived. At the time I was finished with my projects I got tired. Not even thinking my mother was also tired from doing chores alone. She went to sleep ahead of me, and I slept beside her. As my daily routine I always say good night to her and give her a good night kiss, but as I look over her, my heart broke. I saw her hands filled with bandages and bruises due to her condition. I lay down after seeing a horrible sight and seeing my mother in pain I cried myself to sleep. The day after, I still saw her smiling and doing so much work, and I think to myself "How does she smile with those bruises?"