When you were 16, what did you think your life would look like?
Does it look like that? Is that a good thing?
I thought my life would take me out of where I was, including the country where I was living in. My mother had just remarried and he was from Utah but most importantly, he was American so I thought it was my ticket out of hell.
But then he wanted to stay in Cebu because that’s what my mother wanted, and so we didn’t get to move to America like I hoped. I didn’t get to get away from crappy people and had to do it all by myself five years later, and to answer the last two questions – yes, it’s looked like that and I will never, ever trade my life for what I had then.
I’ve never looked back and even once say to myself or anyone else, I wish I could be sixteen again, or back when I was a teen again. Because all I wanted then was to grow up and get out of hell.
So for my first entry into the Daily Prompt challenge, this has turned out pretty depressing.
Which also proves one thing about me and my writing that my friends have always asked me about. I will never, ever write a memoir. Unless I want to take a knife to both my wrists and cut open that artery and let it all bleed on paper.
But fiction, I can handle. My characters, at least, can handle all that. Or not.