Mom asked me 10 years ago what I'd like to become when I grow up. I told her I still don't know and that she needs to give me 2 days to decide. Two days after, I went home early from school, eager to tell my mom that I decided to become a ship captain like my father.
I searched the house and didn't find her. I thought she just went to the grocery or something. My two other brothers came from school and they too do not have an idea where she'd gone. Our father rarely goes home because he's far out on the ocean commanding a huge cargo vessel so we were on our that very moment.
Later that evening she came home crying while telling us our father 'betrayed' our family. He arrived already a month ago and is just living in Ermita, Manila with his mistress. At seven, I was too young then to comprehend and plant hatred over my father. But I sure showed sympathy over my weeping mother.
From then on, whenever our father comes home, none of his child comes to him,and he seem not bothered by it. Years later, he just disappeared and we never heard of him since then. Mom died the following year. We were then adopted by our lolo and lola and now under the guidance of our uncle.
Now, we are all studying in good schools. My brother was sent to Quezon City to study in a known university. Me and my younger brother are to follow soon.
Whenever I remember that moment I came home from school 10 years ago, I feel sad and at the same time, happy. I'm so happy that mom wasn't able to hear my then dream to become a ship captain. If she did, I'm sure she'll be devastated.
Now I'm taking business management in one of the better universities of the country. I do not want to become a ship captain afterall.
