Since my parents divorced, I lived with my mom life to death. Grew up under her skirt but soon learned to come out of my shell. But all these years, all I’ve lived with ended up to what keeps us alive. Mom is paralyzed-age 34 while I work-age 17.
Living with dad away taught me how to answer the phone, send out mails and receive packages. Back when I’m 6 mother carries me around her office where she writes, edits, and prepares electronic documents. Sitting around the corner I always send Daddy faxes. And so the story goes.
Inspired by the words “Study Hard”, I graduated college at 16. And with this acceleration at school, companies put me on the top of their lists. But living this life isn’t that easy, an accident made my life miserable. A betrayal perhaps, during our commencement, a friend or should I say ex-friend set us up to a car accident.
And so my mom can’t work and I’ve got to find job as much as possible. A job not needing months of trainings but can give immediate hiring. And so I contact those companies that offered me high ranked jobs and luckily most responded and asked me to come for an interview. But I have no time and the hospital is giving me more pressure. Then, a supportive company that knew about my situation hired me as an Administrative Assistant.
Job is easy, answering the phone, filing documents, Data entry, researching and almost same job with my mom before. What’s the difference? My daily salary is greater than my mom’s monthly salary. Food and bills all paid by my company plus beneficiary bucks for me. Anyway, they should have to, because as a confidant knowing almost everything about the company, confidentiality is what it takes to stay.
All thanks to my Mom and Dad. I may have bodyguards, live in luxury and don’t have much concern with what I may be needing the next day but I sure wish they’re still together and that’s when I can say I’m truly happy.
written by: Justin Mae Lico Aguilar
-a product of my mischievous imagination.
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