I am sad watching people on the pier while gently beret turning away the shipwrecked me. I saw my mother, bowed and types trying to hide his face for I do not see her tears, waving. beret There were people crying, there are those laughing. There is goodbye, there covereth his eyes to avoid the rays of the sun in his eyes. Nagtatakbuhan some children on the dock, pursuing the slow retreat of the I rode. Loud whistle of the ship, a sign of our departure. I woke up in my meditation.
Few months ago when I graduate from high school. I heard talking about my parents puede what to do to continue my studies. "We need big money to college Merly," says Dad. "But work like this, just how fortunate I earn even the least hungry pangtawid us all."
Six siblings. I am the eldest. My youngest brother just three years. beret I have just to bertdey last month. Eighteen years. Claimed must be prepared because I'm virgin. Kelan though, I experienced my bertdey prepare. Now more so? Mom says, He said he spoke to his cousin those in Manila, claimed help I have a job. Oh, loud daw yun earn. Yun then their home on the other side, he wood have been built into the wall and cement pillars. Unlike a usual shanty only. So hope Mom if I can work well in Manila, might also improve our lives. Ideally, I would also give them the survival mom and my brother. We never really hungry but check nyo, I like wearing today, obsolete yet have torn my skirt. Fortunately I was given a blouse neighbors we Aling Choleng. Maybe when he learned pity I and departing without proper clothing beret least. The fare I owed my father in his kumpare. Five hundred pesos to Manila. Claimed payable as soon as possible because beret you can use the money for to buy the grain for the next patanim. Five hundred pesos? Immediately so that I can earn? Ah, ignore that. The important thing is I get to Manila. Claimed the life there and a probinsiyanang I like, I'll masuerte that I and the sika that area. I regret to traveling alone but one night on the ship, there I am.
The next day, I nagisnan vocal and confused my fellow passengers on the ship. We raw closely Manila. Just hours. I slowly beret opened my eyes. Ah, bright. I fell asleep still wearing blouses palda't I use since I left us. In mind, some time just turn the trip. I have those little bags container in me some clothes that I made pillow last night. Because so expensive I paid, cots just my lay. Stopped my meditation when I feel there is looking at me. I slowly raised my head and saw nalilis I turned the skirt while I sleep. I have consistently seen those legs. I corrected my eyes and I noticed those a man lying before I make looking at me. When I adjust my skirt, I suddenly beret saw also avoiding his gaze. Barbarian. I wonder what he saw? The walanghiya, long nagpiyesta Perhaps his eyes natambad parts of my body.
I'm pretty annoyed arise. Carrying my bag, I went to the bathroom. Makapaligo of which, after all it was only close as we come. I entered the bathroom, I immediately saw empty bath. I and puedeng entered pagsabitan searched my belongings. May nail protruding to the back door and there I hung my bag. Inside a small bath soap rings in almost tan with most. I put this little dish I brought. I tried the tap. Is there running water. Fun for the people we are, no tap. We collected the water from the well or otherwise the pump. Here are just on the ship, it looks like I dislike that I'm going. I looked at the other side of the bath and saw koang a large mirror glued to wall. I am earning my whole body, from head to foot, although there is a little beret bit dark light. I took off my coat. First I removed my blouse beret and bra. I proceeded to my palda't panty. I glanced in the mirror and saw my big shovel my body had changed. I was not affectionate term for a teenage girl who's mother chided-joking. My big chest compared to other my age and beautiful shape of my body. I got my mother's complexion somewhat mestisa. beret Light my true colors and they say, when I claimed in Manila, especially if I'm so white. Short a
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