Here Where the Story Never Ends

Find arms that will hold you at your weakest, eyes that will see you at your ugliest, and a heart that will love you at your worst. Then you have found TRUE LOVE.

Having read too many fairy tales and romance novels, I can say I have always been fascinated with the so called LOVE and the said miracle it offers. In Romeo and Juliet, love amazingly bought the two different families together while in A Walk to Remember, love gave Landon Carter the miracle to change into a better person he had become after forty years of passage. LOVE has always been a mystery to me and it just lightens me up when I read novels and quotes written by people who want to describe the love that had redeemed them.

I admit that I like talking about love and give my thoughts about it. It's like I can't stop talking whenever my friends and I bring up love in our conversations. And whenever the theme is love in our literature class, my ears would always perk up to be sure to hear every detail about it, then I will be scribbling on my notebook everything I've heard and learned about love. For me it has always been love this and love that, and for my friends it just means I am being my normal self.

After assigned this homework last February 14, 2006 in literature, I said it straight to my parents that I would need their words for me to able to write their love story. My mom got home first so she was the one whom I asked for permission but she said I should be asking my father instead so I waited for a few hours until my father arrived home from work. And we were at the dining table eating supper, I asked my dad if he could tell me their story, but I ended up with nothing because he refused to tell me.

Earlier this day, I couldn't stop thinking how I'm going to do this thing because I haven't got any detail from them yet. I was hoping and wishing all day they'd tell me what had been between the two of them before I was born. So when I got home I kept on asking and asking until my father got pissed of and told me to make something up. I got annoyed and told him I wouldn't do such a thing and that it would mean a lot to me if they told me their story. I moped around in my room still wondering why he doesn't want to narrate their story. Little did I know the reason why my father had been acting strange with the subject matter.

While I was in my room, my mom went in to get something out of the file folder in the cabinet. She pulled out what seemed to me like a plastic with a big envelope inside and gave it to me. I asked her what it was and told me it was the card my father gave her while he was courting her. And then the secrets started to spill out.

I knew that my father had another girl friend before my mom, but I didn't know that he was courting my mother while he was still with his girl friend. His girl friend, Nersey (I don't know the spelling) was about a year or two older than my dad and she used to work in Tropical Hut somewhere in Manila, the same place where my father worked. My mother started working in Tropical Hut when my father was already three years there. They worked in different departments on the same building. My father was an accounting supervisor in the supermarket department and my mother was an accounting clerk in the hamburger department.

She went on her first day there with another girl named Lilian and they were introduced to both the supermarket and hamburger department and when my mom was introduced to my father, my father shook her hand and didn't let go after a while and that's where their story starts.

My mother didn't actually like my father when she first met him because she was often annoyed when my father would joke around her and such. And then there'd be times when my dad would be sending love notes through paper air planes and have them land on my mother's desk and my mom would be annoyed thinking that he's joking again and throwing each paper air plane in the garbage bin without even knowing there are actually sweet nothings in them. She kept on throwing them, until my father told her they were actually love notes for her to read.

But my parents relationship was not at all easy. All the elders in both departments didn't want my mother to be my father's girl friend because they liked Nersey for my dad, so they told my mother things like my father isn't really serious with her so she shouldn't believe any word my dad was telling, just to keep her away from him. And my father was also experiencing some problems with his current girl friend. He couldn't possibly leave her because she always cried and asked for pity whenever he would tell her they should split up. Yet, through it all my father assured my mother that what he feels is true.

After my dad and Nersey finally slit up, my dad resigned from Tropical Hut and went to Makati to apply in Land Bank of the Philippines. Right after my father left, the finance manager, together with other elders, told my mom that he left her because he wanted to go after Nersey so that after Nersey graduated from law school, they'd be together and get wed. But my mother didn't listen to what they told her and a month after my father left, she applied in Bank of the Philippine Islands in Makati.

They got married on January 27, 1991 and as a proof of their love I was born on June 9, 1991 with a joyous moment of having a first child.

But their story never ends there. Three years after I was born, I had a younger brother, and they named him Nico. But four years after Nico was born, a tragedy came to our family. My mother was having her third baby and she met an accident when it was eight months old causing the baby to die. During my mother's sorrow, my father and my grandmother were at her side to help with her burden.

After another four years, my mom got pregnant again and I got my youngest sister. They name her Ellysha Denise so that her name rhymes with mine.

You see, their story might not be as dramatic and as grand like many of the things I have read, but I know that their story will never end. And as we continue through this journey of life, I know that my very own fairy tale starts, and all that's left for me to do is to await the miracle that love would bring.