Ive been reading childhood memoirs a lot of times from different MSian friends that it inspired me to write my own too. Well, maybe mine is a little bit boring or more of a childish way. Its not because I'm a spoiled daddy's girl or a spoiled brat who runs wild, but I am more of a shy and innocent girl that I am.
I was 6 or about 7 years old at that time when I know that my mom is going to the market. I asked her if I can go with her. She told me that Im so young to go with her and besides, it would be more difficult if she tagged me along with heavy stuff in the basket. But out of curiosity how the market looked like, I insisted. But mom was firmed in her word that I'll wait 'til I grow up a little, she will bring me to the market. So I thought crying will do magic to soften her hard words, but I was wrong. My crying aggravates my mom more. She give me her final words that she will spank me if I'll not stop following her and crying. But I didnt take her word for that, I go on crying while walking behind her back. Since mom was in hurry, I got some spanking and she told me that," If you would still follow me, I'll give you more spanking! "When I know that my mom is not joking, I stopped following her but I didnt stop crying. But when she arrived home, she kissed and hugged me and was sorry that she spanked me.
Next thing I remember, every time that I go with my mom, her friends would asked her if I'm someone's daughter. Then my mom would say,"Oh she is my daughter." then I would hear her friends would say," How come she is beautiful compared to her other sisters?" then they would all laugh together. Then I feel so embarrassed because I think Im not beautiful but why they say I am? Or sometimes I heard my mom would say that," Oh, her mom is an American woman, that's why!"then the more I get embarrassed because if my mom is an American woman ,why is my nose flat and Im not so white? So I'll hide at the back of my mom and started pinching her and told her that we better go home or else my tears would fall. But even if its my sisters or my brothers I go with, their friends would comments almost the same, I would hear them said that Im prettier than my other sisters. Until I get used to that as I grew up, and understand that my mom was just kidding when she said that my mom is an American lady.
When I was in my primary grade, I noticed that older guys are the one that are interested on me not the boys of my age. Whenever I received gifts, I really dont want to eat because I thought that if I'll eat, I will fall in love with them. Because my friends would tell me that there is love potion in it. So I let my friends do the eating while Im just looking. Then one time, my sister caught me mumbling the name of my crush and I heard her telling my other sister and they started to teased me. And to my embarrassment, I hid under the table and started crying and didnt stopped until they promised not to teased me again(so shy,lol).
In my early teens, I remember that my dad is so strict. Being young and lots of suitors
(modesty aside) my dad dont want me to come home beyond 6pm. Then one time, a very embarrassing incident happened. I have a mestizo looking suitor, which was accompanied by his grand dad. The good thing, his grandfather just stayed in the car, while my crush was inside the house. Then it happened that our phone rang, and I need to went upstairs because our phone is on the 2nd floor of our house. Then when I get down, just three more steps and I'm already down, I slid and was caught flat on the floor. My crush was so fast to help me get up, but Im more faster than the lightning to get up and told him," Oh, thats the way I get down, I lay flat on the floor first, before I get up!" then we just both laugh at the incident but actually I felt so embarrassed and almost melt in front of him and just ignoring my pain.
Another thing that I remember about my childhood days was, how my dad pampered me in a loving way. Whenever we have an argument over small things, I go upstairs and stayed in my room and missing my meals. My dad would knocked at my door and asked me if I know something about anything that he would say just to let me get out of my room. And when I opened the door, my dad have plate full of foods and would tell me to eat. So how can I refused a loving and sweet dad with food on his hand, bringing it in my room? Im just his child, a spoiled one, but not a spoiled brat who gets wild or throw tantrums when whims and caprices, were not being approve.
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