Being a homegirl has been a boring thing in life, but I have no choice but to endure. Look up to the day, I will finally leave my parents' house and go to the university, which seems to be freedom of life.
But still, there is something that cannot be forgotten about being with my family. When we talk about family, it's been the best thing I ever had, even though they are something that makes me feel like I am imprisoned. Most especially when my mom nags and Daddy tries to keep me busy by suffocating my time to do what I am not interested in doing.
At times, I'm always confused when it comes to lifestyle. I find it difficult to live the life I choose to live. My parents just want me to live a life that I'm tired of or indulge in a pretense lifestyle that I have no gain in.
Pim! Pim!! Pim!!! It sounds so loud that the man driving the car hits my school bag. I quickly regained my senses after a long thought process that ran through my mind due to what had happened at home.
Just this morning, when I woke up from bed, I felt so tired and moody, not interested in doing anything. My mom jumped into the room, splashing some water at me, which seemed to be so annoying. “You naughty girl, will I be the one that cooks for you and your siblings this morning?”
I just walk quietly without dropping a pin of words to her. After not quite an hour, my mom came back to the kitchen to check what I'd done so far.
She was annoyed to see that things were not prepared to be the way they ought to be.
In annoyance, she snatched the knife from me and said, “Just get out of this place; go prepare for school.”.
Walking gently from the kitchen, I was sad and devastated by my mom's attitude towards me.
“Just cooking will be a problem for you. You can't even sweep or fetch water unless you are forced to. Must I force you to carry out your daily tasks?” My mom said.
After a year, I was done and entered the university, which turned into breaking free from hardship. I was so happy that I had gained admission to the university and had found a place to stay. Although I was paired with a friend I met at the university, My friend has been someone who somehow has a nonchalant attitude. She had lived a carefree life since she came from a rich home. She would leave the room unswept every day, and as a good girl, I would sweep for her.
Each morning, I would wake up and do the sweeping and the cooking while my friend would still be sleeping and even doing the annoying aspects of life. She is the snoring type and the type that would sleep from morning until noon. I had to do what my mom had been doing to me when I was still at home.
I later remembered that my mom had been giving me nice home training while I was still with her.
One day, when we got to one of my lecturer's offices, I saw the place was somehow untidy. The lecturer has been considered a tough being. We entered and greeted him. We only went to ask for the assignment deadline. Immediately after I entered, I felt uncomfortable with the office, as it looked somehow dirty. I had to look around and see a broom. I asked for permission to sweep his office, which he agreed to. Likewise, I swept it, and when he entered, he was so glad and excited. Since that moment, his attitude of toughness has been erased. He started testing us all nicely and used my sight example in the lecture room while lecturing.
I got home and saw my friend sleeping as usual. She left everywhere unkempt, and I was angry. I wanted to react, but I somehow let it go and swept and also arranged the room to my taste.
One day, we were having a taste, and I had to wake up early, just at exactly the time my mom always woke me up. I saw my friend still lying low, sleeping. I looked and remembered when I was still living with my parents and how my mom always woke me up as early as possible to do my house chores. Not only that, but I woke my friend up and sat her down. Furthermore, I talked to her like her parents. Likewise, I made her understand that she is no longer at home but in another man's land carrying her cross. After talking for five minutes, she began to cry. She said in her house that her mom does not care for her welfare. They had spoiled her with fashions and things that could not make her independent.
“Don't worry, my friend; I will adjust as time goes on. Just bear me," she said as tears rolled down my face. She was also crying. I had to console her.
After a few months, she adjusted and blended into my style.
I later remembered my mom and how I was given good home training although I was not ready to accept it.
