The Dreamer #OFW2
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Year 1976 – 1980, Bacolod City, in the island of Negros Occidental, Philippines:
I met Ayah Isabel Gonzales in college of Chemistry Department at San Agustin College, Bacolod City, in the province of Negros Occidental. Bacolod City is the capital city of Negros Occidental, one of the island of the Philippine archipelago struggling for development at that time, where students from different towns used to study their college degrees and their destinies. Different people with different characters met; a place for newcomers to discover what this place meant for their lives.
Ayah and I were on the same academic course, that each day, we had time to discover ourselves together. Had taken this Chemistry course just pleasing my father. I was not interested in taking this course, in fact, I hated Chemistry subjects. It did not give me an interesting value with my whole being. It was natural for me to be there inside the classroom, only for the sake of going to school and finished my course. I was too young to comprehend things into proper perspectives. I fall in love with Ayah Isabel, which triggered my inner feeling and thoughts to continue studying. She was the one driving my motivational force to finish my course. Ayah propelled my existence for the life I was treading on and my future. She was a woman with simple outlook in life, but with courage to face the world with dignity. She was brave to confront things that had substance on her life. Ayah’s personality made me as a weakling in terms of finding a better life for myself and for her. A strength that I cannot find on my personality, almost, with our lives in Bacolod City, I relied upon her.
My ambitions in life and loving Ayah formed a doubt inside of me. In which, I have undecided feeling which way to move forward; dug deeper with my love for her or find my own course after graduation.
Financial incapability entangled my parents and ensuing to extend my college education faltered. I gathered enough courage to think for the solution that could give me a positive action with my present situation. Ayah helped me with every undertaking I made, even aiding with my day-to-day living. She lied to her parents the whereabouts of the money she was always asking for her schooling. To augment with my insubstantial entity, we lived together in the same roof without the sanctity of marriage. Our parents did not have knowledge of what was going on with our lives on this stead. We continued schooling with this kind of set up. We wanted to be together always.
I had to find a job to alleviate our situation, and could help with my studies, but in vain. Ayah Isabel can withstand the poverty, but I cannot. I wanted life that's comfortable enough for me, my ambitions and love.
TO BE CONTINUED###
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