Chad De Guzman is a 17-year-old Filipino guy living in the Philippines with his mother. He's the captain of a volleyball team in his school, and is a traveler. Though he's funny, quirky, go-with-the-flow guy, he's pretty emotional when it comes to h...
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There have been a few times where I remember my mom getting angry at me.
When I was 7 years old, I was playing with my friends. We were in school's playground. There was this one kid who kept making faces at me and I punched him in the face. My teacher had to call in my parents. My mom was pissed at me that I ended up getting spanked with a plastic hunger on my butt. She hit me 4 times before making me eat together with them, and I was a crying mess. I was crying while I was eating.
When I was 10 years old, I got caught cheating on a test. My teacher was furious at me because I wasn't supposed to ask my friends for the answers. As much as I tried to be invisible, the teacher caught me checking a piece of paper that was given by my friend sitting behind me. I was sent to the principal's office, and they had to call my parents. I received a scolding from dad, and I received a slap of tsinelas from mom.
When I was 13 years old, my mom caught me stealing money from her bag. She was tired after work, and while she was sleeping, I stole 50 pesos. My savings at that time weren't really that good. I had to carry pack lunches, and my mom only gave me 20 pesos for commute. I was the type of guy you would always see in the computer shop. I was playing DOTA, O2Jam, Audition, RAN, and many more. I made friends when I was in a computer shop, and I got to play with them. My mom knew him. I was at that age when I had a bad hand where I would just steal money so I could play with my friends. I'm ashamed to admit it, but that was who I was when I was a 13-year-old kid living in Pateros who had a lot of friends that I wanted to play with.
We weren't really that rich that time. I was studying at a public school. My mom was working in a BPO company, and my dad was a gas delivery. My life wasn't really that good. I almost lacked of everything, and I was really an insecure kid. What my classmates had, I wanted it. If they were playing in a computer shop, I had to as well. So instead of asking money (and knowing that my mom wouldn't give me some), I resorted to stealing. I'm not really proud of it, but I was that way.
My mom found out that I stole from her, and she beat me up with a hanger and I was crying because it really hurt. Normally, she would only beat me on my butt, but at that time, she slammed the hanger on my arms, legs, and my body was sore. Then she cried because I couldn't understand that our life was hard. She had to be stopped by my aunt who came rushing to stop what was going on. I was so ashamed at myself on that day.
Additionally, on that same day, my relationship with my mom wasn't really good. I had no idea what it was, but I wasn't more open. If I had problems, I would only keep it to myself. If I had issues with someone, I would only keep it to myself.
