OUR HOUSE WILL NEVER BE A HOME
"Here you are again waking me up, its been a week since you were here coming back in the Philippines bagging my whole life into disaster, I wish you weren't my Mother, 10 years of abandoning me? Then suddenly you came? What for? Ruining my life into mess?"
Knock- knock....A sweet voice came out as the door open " Ana, Ana my dear your late , aren't you supposed in the school by this time?"
I remember when I was young so witty but pretty. My Mother used to play piano, and I sing and sing as my father lift me up. I was ten years. . . . a long darkened side of my life. I heard a Bang bang bang, a gun, Yes a gun. . .Blag. . .as I raise my eyes I saw him lying on the floor. Red red red, a blood, Yes a blood running from my fathers lifeless body, my Father died because of her. Yeah because of her, because of her. . .
Our house will never be a home, it's been 5 months when I was here, hahahaha, hahahaha. I was here because of her.
I was on Mental Institution because of her. I found a house that can never be a home hahahahaha, hahahaha. Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang countless shots coming from a gun, I raise my head and look on the floor, I saw my mother lying on the floor together with her fresh blood!!! Yes! Yes! I kill her. I kill my own Mother hahahaha, hahahah. . . . .tear. . .tears. . . suddenly fell on my eyes. . .What for? Aren't I am happy now I kill her, she kill him, I am left behind in a house that will never be a home.