The only Daughter

THE ONLY DAUGHTER

I can’t pinpoint the exact moment I knew, but I realized something was up when I found myself staring at her pictures and wait for her replies. I knew it was only getting worse when she fetched me from school and when we held each others hand in public, and I prayed no one could tell how much I was blushing from it. Every time she looked at me and her other sweet gestures, i thought my heart would pound out of my chest and I felt nothing but butterflies in my stomach.

I fell in love with my best friend. I fell in love with someone whom I never expected that would mean so much to me.

Nevertheless, circumstances have been difficult, and things have turned out badly.

It was on my 10th grade, my first time to experience to be bombarded with a lot of things to do and needed to be accomplished in school like assignments, performance tasks and practices for our graduation. It was Tuesday noon at room 402 where I took a rest cause of busy day and as I woke up, I can’t feel my hands, even my feet, and my mouth were kurog2. The next thing I knew based on my experience it was seizure. Then, I remember was that our school specialist given me out a paper and exhorted me to go to the hospital and to search for a second opinion and do a few tests. It was 3 days straight that doctors and nurses came in and out to my room to check up on me and took my vital signs. Also, I’ve been to a lot of procedures or tests just to find out if what is really happening to me. On my last day in a four cornered room, and the results were out.

“Normal”

Everything was normal yet my parents doesn’t have any idea on what is really going on. As the doctor uttered, “She has no heart problem based on her tests. Definitely she’s fine, but maybe she’s experiencing depression and the only cure is talking” my parents looked at me with a brooding eyes like there looking for an answer. Maybe its time to let out or speak, its time to tell them everything what I was carrying the whole time or its time to disclose.

It was Wednesday noon, I prepared my things and other stuffs for school. It broke the silence when my mom sat on our sofa and asked me, “unsa man gyud imong problema?” I did not answer but, dad let me sat next to both of them.

“Ni gamay imong grado?”

“Kapoy imo lawas?”

“Ngano man gyud ka?”

A lot of questions and I just disagreed from the very first question until the last question they hit on me that made me stop to respond.

“Nana kay uyab?”

I got anxious and