The Girl From Before (ON-GOING )

Chapter 1:The Real Me

Chapter 1:The Real Me

Ako'y natutuwa at marunong na akong mag-Tagalog. It's one of my best triumphs in my life --ang makapagsalita sa language ng mommy ko.

My mom na mahal na mahal ko na kahit anong pagsubok namin in life ang dumating, as long as we're together, I'm positive enough na makakayanan namin iyon.

Ako si Kayleena Ayla Therene Eleanor Hughes. Kaylie for short. >.< I hate my surname! It's a reminder na anak ako ni Anderson Calthorpe Hughes.

Si dad na parating nagpapaiyak sa mom ko and me but I never showed them that I knew what was happening between them.I can remember, at such a very young age, I'm always sulking and crying silently. I did pretend that I don't know what was happening between them.

It's almost 10 years na since we left him. Did we left him? I was raised in London though and he's always in New York (my dad is American). So apparently, we never left him because he's not with us in the first place. My mom and I lived in London before we came to the Philippines. It's so distressing that I left my prep school in Wembley, Greater London without even bidding farewells to our headmistress, our teachers and to my classmates, even though I don't know them by name.

Bad memories. (Wait, why am I still speaking in English?????....I should talk now in Tagalog! Ayoko nang mag-Ingles! Ayoko iyong mga may connections sa past ko!)

I wanna F-O-R -G-E-T!

Ooooops!

(Ingles na naman!)

9 YEARS AGO (London, England)

*Riiiiiiiing

"Hello?"- When I look at my digital clock, it's still 12:10 am.

[Happy Birthday my princess!]

O_O Dad's voice. I'm awakened. Is this really my dad? My authoritarian father (yah severely strict) whose aim is to make her daughter flawless, he wants me to be perfect. Sometimes, it's suffocating. I'm still young and I'm tired.

"Oh, that's nice of you dad. Thank you."- Thank God I managed to hide my anxious shaky voice. His greetings gave me chills actually. There's this five-hour time zone difference from London to New York, and he greeted me on my big day and he's the first. Knowing him as a cold vicious man, this is SOMETHING! I wonder what is his deal again today.

[It's been eight years since I saw the existence of an angel!]

"I'm eight now dad and?"- What's the thing that he wants me again to do? He never gave me options. It's always his choice. I never made a decision for myself; it's always him who has the last say in everything I do. Everyday, I always follow a timetable, made by him. I also have a body guard who checks on me if I'm following my schedule or not. Mr. Hanssen is loyal to my father. Every detail, he reports it to my father. I'm like a prisoner at such a very young age.

[I am now lifting up my strictness in raising you. Eight years is enough. I'm gonna be lenient now. No more timetables young lady, however, Mr. Hanssen will always be there to keep an eye on you for me.]