by Julianne Sto. Tomas
There are thoughts to ponder and places to see but my words deliver English lines in French. So, for days I kept my mouth shut never to disturb any blessed soul -- or cursed, for that matter.
After a few year’s time, I got smitten by a gidget. She told me things that transpired only in unusual black and white dreams. Thus, I declared myself once again a Child of God -- always and forever. We have attitudes that cause a common commotion. We both love writing, plus a humor that caspers through the funny bones of Webster.
When people praise a saint, I dare keep a cold war in an armory of cold shoulders. This time, I choose to let my wings down -- in order to see and hear what she has to say.
The fact that she’s a character creates the impression that her brain is multi-faceted. Like a clown, she laughs though in tears (read: Ahihihi). She’s emotionally-challenged but she tries hard to snap out of the rut. It’s enough that she has devoted seven years of her life to young collegialas in women’s bodies and transient boys who pop out of nowhere … like me.
It’s a cliché but I find myself identifying with her and responding like we share a similar milestone. Life’s a joke and it ain’t a funny one. Now she will go ahead and float in the sea of the Melting Pot. I hope she ventures well into another chapter of living life.
I guess, I’m just on the verge of creating the third volume of my saga -- and I grow in it. I want her to rediscover me again and again. She disarmed me with her praises and encouragement on the second volume of my book.
She may not be as influential as my Mom, but I do believe she was a mother-teacher in more ways than one. I’m not pulling her leg, but I sure am holding her arms.
Ma’am Arni, you are disarmed now -- with your mass media know-how and all -- because I have received your messages.
Don’t stop loving life. I hated it but you unconsciously helped me appreciate it -- for what I can do for myself and others.
Our characters are full of truth, but our stories are written in lies.
*This was written by one of my students in the Philippines before I moved to the US for good.
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