How can we be like others?

Intro

Do you know Vincent Van Gogh? The dutch painter, the man behind the popular painting The Starry Night. Do you know that he cut his left ear? Yes that is true, he cut his left ear. And I find it cool nor amazing, and I don't know why, maybe I am just being weird or like my mom always says me 'depungal'.

I always idolize him, he is my inspiration to all my works. I want to be a great painter like him. But that dream always seems so high that even I jump or fly I can't and won't reach it, isama mo pa ang mga tao na palaging nag tataas ng kilay kapag nalaman nila ang napakataas mong pangarap. But who are they to raise their eyebrows to me? I can be Mr. Vincent Van Gogh, I can cut my ears just to not hear them, just so I can continue my dreams but like just what I have said my mom will just call me 'depungal'.

I am Acacius but my Filipino mom always call me Cius, I have no dad...my mom says but I have my stubborn brother, Aionix. He is a writer from an online platfrom and that guy is stubborn but yeah! He is cool...sometimes.

"Cius! Bumaba ka na diyan sa kwarto mo, nag kulong na diyan depungal ka! Kakainin ka na ng painting mo!" Umalingaw ang matiniis na boses ni mom sa buong bahay.

Napapikit ako ng mariin ng marinig siya. She is always like that, kahit noon nasa America pa kami.

"Hindi ka pa bababa diyan?!" Dagdag niya.

Irritated, I get up from my bed and rapidly came down to our first floor. Two story building ang bahay namin dito, well andito lang naman kami dahil sa mga lolo ko e.

"Nako hindi ka pa ba talaga-"

"Mom I'm already here." Nabobored na ani ko.

Lumingon si mom sa'kin habang hawak hawak ang isang laddle sa kamay at ang isa naman ay nakahawak sa bewang.

"Ilang beses ka ba dapat tawagan ahh!" Tumalikod siya pero nag patuloy pa rin siya sa pag-sasabon sa'kin.

My shoulders fell, I glance at my brother who is silently writing on his laptop with a coffee by his side. Matamlay na nag lakad ako papunta sa gawi niya na nakaupo na, nag hihintay na rin sa umagahan.

"How's your paiting by the way?" Lumingon ako sa kanya. Ang mga mata niya ay nasa harapan pa rin ng laptop.

I took a deep breath before answering his question. "Just some blending... and stuff but I can handle it." I am currently working at my greatest piece. "You how's your story by the way?"

"Hmm, fine..." then his full atention envade by his story.

I hissed at him then look at my mom who is still ranting some stuff at me.

"Nako dati noon nasa New jersey tayo ganyan ka rin, ngayon ba naman na nasa Pilipinas tayo ay ganyan ka rin!" Humarap siya sa'kin. "You two are so stubborn!" Bumalik ulit ang atensyon niya sa harapan ng kaldero.

Kuya and my eyes locked up when we heard our mom's rants.

We are used to it kaya balewala na 'yan sa'min. Kahit nasa America kami ay ganyan si mom, oo noon una ay naiinis at nasasaktan kami but as the day passed by wala na iyon.

Like just an ordinary day passing by, kuya continue writing, mom continue ranting and I continue dreaming about my painting carrer.

And do you know, Vincent Van Gogh had a mental illness that led him stopping his own life?

Sadness will last forever