Stelios II

When Stelios was 10, his mother went to work in one of the rich haciendas in Las Palmas, Canary Islands to support her children. His goodness-knows-what and good-for-nothing father finally decided to leave his family after getting tired of beating his wife in front of his sons everyday. He finally escaped when his eldest, Stelios, armed with love and pain for his father, forced a knife to his chest.

At least in the mind of the 10 year old.
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Daily Prompt: A Mystery Wrapped in an Enigma

Tell us something most people probably don’t know about you.

With my Lola Cion

With my Lola Cion

Where we are now in our lives are products of the choices that we made along the way.  You are in charge in the journey of your life.

1.  When I was in Grade School, after my parents separated and we were left with nothing but our mother’s relatives and our maternal grandparents – I learned how to combat and battle life.  At 9 years old, I left being a child and was transported to the world of responsibilities.

I think it really started when I went to school one day dreading break time.  I did not have a single cent, or sandwich, or chips, or a mug with orange juice with me.  I did not have anything.  We have no money.  My grandparents only had enough to get us to eat 3x a day.  It may not have appeared that way to our neighbors, or other people who knew us from before, but that was how hard life was.

I was a child.  And I understood that we were broke.
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Daily Prompt: The Road Less Travelled

Pinpoint a moment in your past where you had to make a big decision.  Write about that other alternate life that could have unfolded.

Amsterdam Central 2011

Amsterdam Central 2011

I have to admit this theme is making my mind go bonkers! I have a lot of this experience that am sure if chosen otherwise, I might not be sitting in this couch in the chilly living room of our home at 21:00 this warm summer of 2013 with worries on Zoë clouding my mind.

During the Philippine Summer of 2010, I was offered 3 different jobs in 3 different companies – all of which offered a good enough deal, if not better than the job I dearly loved that time.
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Will I…

Zoë

… Ever get tired of worrying about you?

if you feel ok..

or if you are hungry..

if you are in pain..

or is not getting enough sleep..

if you wake up in the night..

if you fall on your back because you slipped..

if you have any broken bones..

if you don’t like what you are eating..

or if you will soon learn to drink your mik from a cup..

One thing I know..

.. whether you love me or learn to unlove me..

Mama loves you for always!

“Are We Really Like That?”

Yesterday I met a man who looked at me like I was an alien from outer space. When we asked him why he was looking at me that way, he said he was trying to figure out if I am Indonesian, Thai, Malay or Mexican. I told him that my colleagues think I am Chinese. He said “You are brown. You cannot be Chinese.”

Hmmmm..

He then looked at my feet and said that they were almost black. I looked down at my own feet and said “Well, I sure am not white.”

Ok.

Then he told Armand if I am like one of those women who marry Europeans and/or Americans who, like, acts like they are the “Queens of the World.” Really annoying women they become. Latinas, Asians. He said, “They come here from a third world country and taste freedom and comfort and start acting like brats and are never satisfied.”

“Hey man, I hear you!”, I called out loud from the living room where I was playing with Zoë.

Armand said: “No. She is spoiled by my parents and I, but she is never a brat. She will never be, I am sure.”

Maybe these women are now more aware of their rights?

Or maybe yeah, they are just arrogant.

We are all humans.  The world is flat.

I don’t know where this man is coming from, but I think he is not okay.  Him, with those geeky eyeglasses.

He was talking about his wife. “I love her always”, he said.  Then walked away.

My sweety then looked at me, sighed, then smiled.