All About Myself

Hi! I’m Louanne Mae Cadungog. I’m 13 years of age. I live in 0977 La Guardia St. Lahug, Cebu City. I came from a broken family. My father covets another girl. The girl got pregnant. My father didn’t ever go back to us. After their separation, my mother was very depressed. She grew thin. She didn’t eat. My father broke our communications with him. He went to Zamboanga together with the girl who was pregnant in that time. My mother is the only one supporting us right now. We are four in the family. Accidentally, while I was cleaning in our house, I saw a letter from the bag of my mother. I read it. It was from my tita, the sister- in- law of my father. She said that my father brought the girl to their house. The girl was pregnant. His brothers are all very angry with my father. They said he is the black sheep in the family. Until the girl bore a child. My father let the girl rode in our motorcycle, which was bought by my mother. My mother grew angrier. She went to Zamboanga to confront my father and the girl. When she reached there, she saw my father and the girl. She attacked them because of her anger. If my grandparents and relatives were not there, maybe she had killed the girl. In fairness, my mother is prettier than her. They said my father was potioned by the girl because the father of the girl was an albularyo or what they call in English as the quack doctors. The girl was also from Aurora, Zamboanga City. If I have the chance to confront her, I would slap her on the face. When my mother attacked the girl, my father defended her. My mother got the motorcycle from him because it was hers. The girl fought back to my mother. My relatives also defended my mother. She stayed there for how many nights to settle the problem. She went back to Cebu with the problem unsettled. She wanted to ask support from my father. Months passed, all of us went to Zamboanga. I saw my father there but I didn’t see the girl. My father acted like nothing was happening. He toured me by riding on a tricycle, which he borrowed, from my uncle. He said that we would go to the city. But instead, we went to the house of the girl. There, I finally saw the girl. She talked to me nicely. I returned to her the doll that she gave me during my birthday. It’s as ugly as her. I controlled my emotions because my father would surely scold me if I would do that. We went downstairs. I saw my father taking a bath in the comfort room. The girl took me to her grandmother who was drying the seedlings of jackfruit. I was scared at her because she was very old and her hair was very white. She let me kissed her hand. The girl forced me. If I would write my life story to Maalaala Mo Kaya, my story would probably be the best story ever. Through this tragedy in my life, I learned a lot. I become a strong person in my generation. I can stand on my own now. When I finish high school, I would like to take up the law course because I want to be a lawyer for our father to be put to jail because of withdrawal of support.