Meet the prodigal daughter of the Lumba and Tintero clan

My best friend talked to me through phone, we talked about random things. Until she asked, “Cherry what if your father remarried?” Everyone asks this question to me, and I answer like this, “Of course not! I’ll probably kill that woman!” Silence filled the phone and my best friend asked again, “What if you have a stepsister/stepbrother?” I hope, no I pray that it won’t happen so I answered her, “Even though she’s older or younger, kindhearted a sadist, a bitch or a man whore one thing’s for sure, I won’t welcome him/her in our family.” And that’s the end of our conversation.

I love my family very much

(isn’t it obvious?) but sadly

I’m a prodigal daughter and a prodigal sister and that’s the hindrance of everything. Every half seconds my inner devil rears it’s ugly head.

My Dad is very supportive to us, My Mom I can always feel her love , My Sister everyone envies me they can see that she’s on my back and My Brother even though he’s a jerk he’s my knight in shining armor!

Our family is perfect,

yes I agree I have an older sister and older brother it’s like I couldn’t ask for anything.

Not until the most chaotic chaos struck in our lives…..

My mother was suffered in leukemia, we asked guidance to God.

The hardest part? We saw her wincing in pain and you as her daughter had nothing to do but to cry because you pity her.

I even volunteered to her to transfer me in the public school or much better to drop me out of school but she refuse instead she told me that she want me to finish high school and even college.

So I studied harder, in weekends I do the extra mile in studying and whenever I visit her in the hospital I proudly show my grades, she became my inspiration from everything (second to God.)

And my prize?

Her 100 carat smile

When the fateful night of July 27, 2007.

God took her soul and let her leave the suffering body

My world shattered and kept asking the Lord, “Why? Did you took my most treasured woman in my life?”

Until now that question remains a question.

But I’m trying to move on.

That’s why whenever they ask me ‘what if my Dad remarried.’ and I sometimes I’ll answer:“I’ll probably kill that woman!” with a sardonic smile.

I wish that one day everything would be back to normal but what if that wish would remain a wish

forever?