What happened to the little cute toddler that used to scamper around our house?
I still remember the little girl when her family moved back to ViSCA. I don't know why they didn't have a house when they returned but their family which were only 4 members by then occupied my room. It was a troublesome setup for a kid like me but I was surprised that the 2 families really cooperated with each other.
When I was a kid, I thought those months were hell. I just got my left leg dislocated and was complaining why in the world did I do a flying side kick from the top of the table only to end up crippled for months. To top it off, I have two more toddlers to be wary about. They're fast critters who are unpredictable. What's worse, they're not my siblings, I could not shout at them when they accidentally hit my left leg.
Those months were like a haze to me. I could remember the Amestoso siblings' white faces with big eyes glaring at me, their stomping of feet as they race down the stairway (this really got me envious, I thought I could not walk from then on), their playful habits (they remind me of my foolish antic that gave me a cast), and their shrieking in the mornings that woke me up when at last I felt sleepy in the mornings. I cried at nights because of the pain from mosquitoes landing at my left leg. These nocturnal creatures' supposedly stealthy landing felt like prickly pins to me. To my nuisance I subconsciously moved my left leg only to hit the end of the bamboo sofa (couldn't find a better word) and wince in great pain. Well, you see the thing I was sleeping on was the bamboo sofa on the first floor. It wasn't upholstered and it sure was as hard as the floor.
Oh, the glory of the second floor. At night, the normal people would carelessly retire as they easily cross the ascending platform. I on the other hand have to carefully crawl up the stairs only to find out that I have no room to welcome me. Imagine a 40 kilogram blubber boy wriggling with one leg pointed to the sky . Yeah, it looked ridiculous. After two failed attempts I gave up this foolish idea. It sure is better to stay at the first floor than be caught in an unsightly fashion by strangers in the middle of the night.
For the first time in my grade school life, I felt that I was left out. Even my father who carried me to my rescue after that crippling mishap at these days forced me to use my left foot to step on the ground. I dare not, since every time I touch something with my left foot strangely electrified my whole body in pain.
My refusal to obey this simple command made my father cold toward me. These months were a time of angst and self-pity. The real bad thing about these unhappy days is that I failed to see beyond the borders of my own limitations. It kept me from really knowing the two innocent rugrats there lives without a care in the world.
Unknowingly, one of the kids grew up, became a teenager and presto she comes to LB. What surprised me is that her posts reminds me of how cynical teenagers can be despite the environment where they come from.
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Her writings remind me of someone I know very well.
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