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Nathey's Point of View
"Are you listening, Margaret?" my dad asked.
"P-pardon?"
"I said you're going back to the Philippines! Check your card!" he said angrily.
"What is wrong with you? You weren't like this before!"
You're the one who made me like this.
"Sorry," I mumbled, bowing my head. Once again, he humiliated me in front of his employees.
"I'm leaving. Pack all your clothes. Well going to the Philippines."
I just nodded. Without waiting for him to say more, I left his office.
As I walked past the employees, I could hear their whispers.
"Why does she have a bruise on her face?"
"I heard she's the black sheep of the family."
Yes, I'm the black sheep of the family. But no-I'm not part of their family. Not anymore.
My real family is just my mom and my brother. But now, even they're gone. My mom left me, and I'm in pain. But no one knows because no one cares. I've changed ever since my father remarried.
I woke up early always when we got home here in the Philippines. My dad is a business man here, we have a farm here in the province of Sta. Mesa.
I showered and got dressed. I pick my white summer dress, I don't put a ponytail. I down my blonde hair. I have blonde hair because my mother is a Korean-Australian and my dad is Australian-Filipino.
I looked myself in the mirror, nawala ako sa pag tingin sa salamin ng may kumatok sa aking pinto.
I heard a familiar voice.
"Nathey? Pinapababa kana ng daddy mo," I opened my door and I saw Manang Fe, she's my yaya when I was a kid.
I smiled at her.
"Grabe ang laki mo na at ang gandang bata, parang noon ay lagi ka umiiyak tuwing dinadala ka sa farm dahil ayaw mo madumihan." I laughed in what she said.
"I still that girl Manang, ayaw ko parin po madumihan because my beauty is not for that freaking farm." I rolled my eyes, gosh! I don't want to be a haciendera.
Manang Fe only laughed.
"Nako ka talagang bata ka! Hala sige at ika'y bumaba na"
Pagkababa ko nakita ko ang aking daddy na nakaupo sa kabisera ng table. Sa right side niya ay ang aking step-mother. I don't really liker her ever since and I know we have mutual feeling. In her side is Nice Mitara anak siya ng aking step-mother sa asawa nito noon. May kakambal ito na si Nisha Kitara isa ito sa kinakainisan ko kagaya ng kaniyang ina. Nice is Nice liker her name.
When their mom and my dad got married naging Fiorella na din ang kanilang surname. Inampon sila ng aking daddy. And it makes me mad ever more.
"Take a seat, Marga. Let's eat her and your day will start."
Sa left side ako umupo katabi ng aking daddy, nasa harap ko ang mag-ina.
"How are you Margaret?" She drink in her coffee. She looked at me, eyebrow lift up. "I heard na nakipag-away ka na naman sa ibang bansa. Matigas talaga ang ulo mo ano?" Nice sho her mother.
"Mom!"
I smiled at her.
"At least I'm not ugly like you."
"Marga!" My dad shouted at me. Yeah right, that's her beloved wife.
"Habang lumalaki ka nawawalan kana ng respeto! Buti pa ay ayusin mo na ang mga gamit mo."
"What? Ano paalisin niyo na naman ako?"
Hinampas niya ang lamesa and it makes a loud noice.
"Para matuto ka! Puro ka pag ba-bar, lakwatsa at inuubos mo ang pera mo para lang sa alak! Kung atupagin mo pag-aaral mo edi mas matutuwa ako sayo!"
I looked at him. My eyes started to watered. Pinigilan ko ito, ayaw ko mag mukang mahina sa kaniya.
"I don't like it.." I whispered.
"Manang Fe," he called Manang. "Help her pack her things. Para maihatid na iyan sa Sta. Mesa."
I looked at him shocked. I stoop up.
"No way, no way dad! I don't want to go there in freaking farm!"
Umiling lang ito.
"Kailangan mong matuto sa sariling mo paa, I have enough to you!" He wiped his mouth and Stood up. "I have a meeting today. Manag Fe magpahatid nalang kayo sa driver pagtapos niyo mag-ayos.
My step mother looked at me.
"Just go, Margaret." She holds Nice hand and go away, Nice looked at me in sad eyes.
When they gone I started to cry. This is b*llshit.
Manng Fe hugged me.
"Sige na anak, mag-ayos kana ng gamit mo."
Umiling ako. "I don't want, Mang Fe, please..
XOXO,
Wine🍷

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