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Sunday's child...

I may not have a fair face, but I am a Sunday child. 

Forty-something years ago, on a wee hours of a Sunday, my mother had a 10-pounder.  I was born from an unfortunate situation of my parents who were in dire need to uproot themselves from the very place they called home since their childhood.

Most of my siblings were born and grew up in the same hometown.  So growing up in a very different environ caused havoc to some of my older siblings --- who are unable to see the tin line between leaving and living. 

On the other hand, I did not realize the difference between us and them (my older siblings) even they kept teasing me and the other two younger siblings "Moros". 

I remembered how I was schooled by my older siblings about the sun, the moon, the stars...and why the sky is way up high.  I've learned how greed can cause you hunger and misery from the story of the monkey and the turtle.  I even learned the eye-flipping story of the pineapple.

Everything changed when all of us were in school and oh, when my father had to die soon.  I do not know if school made my older siblings' heads crazy or they just liked school too much that some of them messed-up with it. 


BUT,  I am thankful I have all of them to look up to as reference to where I can and cannot set my foot onto.  What I am and where I am now, I owe it to my mother and to them (somehow...). 


Like Pina, the girl in the pineapple story, I opened my eyes and saw all the possibilities and opportunities in front of me.  I treaded all the hardships, succumb to it and learned from it. 


I am not that little girl anymore, who spent all day long dancing around that humungous school bell just to get away from my first grade teacher.  Now I can buy a pineapple in any form!
G.


"Monday's child is fair of face,
Tuesday's child is full of grace, 
Wednesday's child is full of woe, 
Thursday's child has far to go,
Friday's child is loving and giving, 
Saturday's child works hard for a living, 
But a child that is born on the Sabbath day
Is blithe and bonny, good and gay."





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