F O U R

I lived together with my grandparents, their daughter and her family. We all lived in a big house where food is not an object, money isn't an object. We all lived a luxurious life.

Mom's nowhere to be found. Her sisters even visited the house one time to ask if we heard news from her while dad broke up with the lady I have three siblings from. I rarley see my dad, like once in a bluemoon maybe? He'd just come by mostly because he needed financial assistance. But stories from the family and the neighbourhood made me somewhat proud for having him as my dad because I heard how intelligent he was. He was even famous for the girls his age because he wasn't just good with academics but also a volleyball player.

So naturally, I was close with my grandparents, my aunt, my father's older sister whom I call mom/mommy, uncle whom I call daddy, and their two kids, namely Nicoulette, who's younger than me and MichaelAngelo whom I call big brother.

In high school, grandpa died from stroke. We never really have gotten close because the way I see it, he didn't like me. He'd always scold, yell or shout at me. If Nicoulette, MichaelAngelo and I was in fight, I'd definitely be the one to be punished, spanked, and hurt. He was a disciplinarian and an authoritarian. while grandma was the loving one. My aunt definitely got the traits from grandpa. After a year or two when I was already in college, grandmother got sick. She was everything to me, she was my world, she was life itself. She was my angel. So my heart sank when we were advised then to prepare ourselves because her colon cancer was getting worse. After a few months, she died and just like our normal days, I was laying beside her. I cried until I can't cry anymore. I drank until I can't drink anymore.

I could still remember my childhood days when grandpa would punish me but grandma would grab me and protect me from him. She was like my saviour. We even slept together in one room. We watched the television together, we listed to the radio tegether, she laughed every time I laugh and cried, every time I cry. It still feels like yesterday when we slept together, watched the television together, listened to the radio together. The smell of her scent everytime I hugged her.