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In that moment it was
clear to me that everything has changed. Like a collision if atoms right before
your very eyes. It was the moment I knew.


12/12/12. I turned 10
today. Dozens of guest surround this four-cornered building I call home. You
could barely see the picture frames and ornaments around you. The air had a strong
claustrophobic undertone to it, ready to punch you in the gut.


My mom prepared a lot of
food. You would also expect the classic meals prepared for a kid’s birthday party.
You have your spaghetti, pancit, lumpia, lechon, a sweet’s corner, birthday
cake, chiffon cake, any meat dish, and the oh-so classic hotdog with
marshmallows on a stick erected on half a cabbage or a wrapped-up banana tree
trunk. Food was lined up on the far side of the garage just facing our gate and
not too far away from the living room.


Some of my guests I
didn’t knew. Some I knew personally, especially my family. Some of the guests
were eating outside on the tables and seated with whoever they came with and
some preferred to eat inside to avoid the semi-frigid December winds.


Before I knew it everyone
was gathering right before me like wildfire. I was astonished by the amalgamate
of faces right before me I instantly became shy and blushed rosy red cheeks.
Then a chorus came alive, singing “Happy Birthday” in the slowest
rendition possible. Nonetheless, I appreciated it with all my heart.


As everyone stopped
singing a heavy silence and anticipation fell upon the room. And especially on
me. I’m sitting pretty on our sofa, eating whatever I fancied, then, all of a
sudden, a gaggle of people gather in front of you.


I was sitting there in
the silence. My heart palpitating, my blood rushing. Basically every bodily
function was going haywire. My moms then walks towards me, parting the sea of


“So what do you have
to say Pierce?” she asks oh soo sincerely.


Then the lights went out.


Dark. Cold. Empty.


Right then and there, I
started to cry.


Horrified looks from
everyone in the room, but I’m only looking at my mom.


“Why are you crying
sweetheart?” my mom asked.


To be honest, I don’t
know why. There are approximately 1,013,900 words in the english language and
not one of them could explain why I cried.


I think its because I’m
losing ground. Ate a young age of 10 you’d think that its impossible to have an
existential crisis. Well think again ’cause it happened.


Right then and there, I
thought of the horrors of growing up. No more piggybacks from my dad. No more
bedtime stories from my mom. No more trips to the zoo. No more happy times.


Then lightning came
crashing down.


The storm brewed hard.


But then came light.


“You know we’ll
always be there for you sweetheart. No matter what may happen you will always
be my one and only.”




“Ah, what a
wonderful day it has been! I can’t wait for tomorrow to happen!”


I say to myself as I
steadily shut my eyes to sleep with the biggest smile on my face.