"A Child of an OFW"
“A Child of an OFW” -Aser Brandon R. Sorongon I am a child of an OFW. A fact that I once never knew. My parents went missing out of the blue. They never left any ideas nor any clue. We were selling at the sidewalks back then. Yelling, “Ice candies, ice candies for sale!” I thought that was the perfect life to live in. Turns out in reality, it was just a fairy tale. There were certain things that I never gained. All of these was due to the pain. There are certain things that I couldn’t even remember. One is the love of a real father and mother. There were events that I’d hope you’d come. Family days, recognition, and all sorts of fun. I wanted you to be proud with what I’ve done. To see you smile that I’d reached such milestone in life. You came back home not too long ago. Finally, I won’t be alone anymore. However, a month isn’t enough to let both of you go. I can’t take this much longer anymore. It was eight years of this repetitive cycle. But, some stor
