“…it is my honor to stand before you all today to deliver my valedictory address…” with their disgusting faces staring at me. “…as we go on to our secondary level of education…” I wish I died that day or maybe not. I’ll be happier to say “I wish I would not see your faces again.” But that’s it! Words were tangled; I’ve forgotten what I’ve prepared, I stopped, stepped down to where I should be, to where I belong- at the bottom of the food chain. I could not stand the rumors that merely destroyed my name, my identity, existence I guess.
I was just a child doing my best just to make my parents proud. I did receive medals, plaques, and certificates but those things turned to nothing. I never felt happiness that day instead I celebrated hatred with them then I knew hell. My attitudes wrecked me. In fact, I was the one who destroyed me. Poor child, trained with academics but not with ethics. I acquired knowledge but not wisdom. People knew me, but I never knew who I am.
Since then, hatred conquered my heart and lived by it. I made nemeses and I loved it. Vengeance was the greatest thing I wanted to achieve. I turned my back from God whom I blamed for everything. It became so difficult to trust people again and I just love being solitary.
My parents sent me to a private school managed by the Dominican Sisters of the Holy Trinity. “pssssshhhhhhhh! …what the heck!?? an educational community, fully experiencing and living the mercy and compassionate love of God, ohwww really?” I didn’t want to study in that institution. God, God, God, pray, pray, pray, so boring! With all the constant routine! I’d rather be in a public school and prove those freaks they’re wrong. But my parents didn’t want to see me being hurt anymore. At the same time, they don’t want any trouble. It took years for me to realize that it was the time when God started to bring back His lost sheep.