HOW IT ENDS

After Bianca's birthday kaboom!

(I would never ever attend her birthday again, well that would not be a problem actually, I mean she never invited me in her birthdays XD yep you can consider me a birthday crasher ) I have encountered a lot of troubles, well yeah! Some of it was fun! just like when I was 14, I really wanted to attend that concert of my favorite band, I was ready and complete with everything!

The camera! ticket! signature book, jacket, t-shirt with the members faces, and those bandana things they sell in the mall, quite of the band's identity thing, yet Mom wouldn't allow me because of the injury I've got from my other time travel experience which by the way Mom doesn't know.

Well actually she doesn't know about the whole time traveling thing, I mean she might freak out, and we don't want to see our mothers freak out right? So please let's make this thing a little secret.

So I told her that I got that injury from biking and well, she bought it. Back to the concert since Mom did not allow me to go through that door, saying "Michael! Do not ever open that door without my permission!" a sly grin appeared in my lips.

Sure I won't violate any rules, I would not go through that door, I might just disappear myself without even touching the door knob! Am I a genius or what?

So as you can see my powers could be a little accommodating sometimes. The concert was capital F.U.N! (Just try to imagine one direction singing in front of you, and all you can do, is open your mouth like an idiot because of how stars trucked you are to them) that's exactly what I felt when I saw my favorite band.

After that, my time traveling power was a piece of cake to use, my life seemed to be more amusing and auspicious. I have learned to control it in some ways, all I'd do is focus on certain time or place and I can come and go whenever I want. Of course just like old stories of Pro's, before they became adept in what they do, they started as a stumbling newbie and that was me, it took me 2 years to get the gist of time traveling. I love my powers yet when I was 16 it started flickering.

I don't know, maybe what they say is true. "Everything has to come to an end, sometime.", and I can feel mine is about to go haywire.

The last time travel I had was the most heart breaking part of my experiences, this time, it wasn't just me who got in trouble, there was casualties. A woman was involved. From that moment I knew, things would never be the same again for me, it's hard to forget something especially when you know that, you're guilty.

I couldn't sleep at night, always thinking what could have happened to that woman. If she's okay, or if she survived the impact? I get nightmares. And it's almost every night. I was so scared.

But I'm one lucky human being to have a parent. My mother would always come to my aid every time she hears my scream, In the middle of the night she would make sure I'm fine, before she goes back to her room, she would give me a glass of milk to calm me down and I thought that's all it would take to cease the storm in my heart. I know giving a 16 year old boy a glass of milk before he sleeps, sounds funny but to me it was all I need.

(I mean Mom, not the glass of milk).

Time passed by and slowly, I learned to let go of the fear within me.

My life turned normal after the passing years, though hard, I was able to forgive myself, with the help of Mom I was able to move on. I was able to live a new life yet when everything seemed to be alright it's when my mom decided to bid her goodbye.

She passed away after fighting tumor for 3 years. She's a tough woman and I love her so much that it breaks my heart knowing that she's gone. Forever.

I thought what happened to me when I was 16 was the most painful thing in my life, only now that I realized loosing a Mother is ten times painful. A 19 year old boy could not be considered minor, but I'm an orphan now and everything in this world doesn't seemed to matter.

My Uncle Jonathan took me in, Aunt Cameron was very nice. They were my godparents. When they adopted me, it wasn't so hard since I've known them my life, I feel comfortable to live with them and I considered them my second parents. I'm beyond grateful. Yet I know no one can replace my mother, I was coping up, but I know deep within I'm still hurting.

I've lived with Uncle Jonathan and Aunt Cam for years and they were the family I have lived with ever since. They sent me to college and after I graduated I applied in a company, which in my luck hired me. At the age of twenty-one, though 2 years has it been, the bruise in my heart seemed to be still there, fresh as the day when my Mother said goodbye.

I like my work, and that's where I promised to focused my life into. Uncle Jonathan and Aunt Cameron flew to America months after I graduated, they asked me to join them, but I did not accept their invitation, I just couldn't. My Mother is here and so must I. And something is telling me to stay.

I kept myself busy and that's when time to time, I would enjoy myself hanging out with my colleagues. 1 year have passed and though my heart is still in pain, I learned to smile and laugh with my friends.

It was in December when we were sent for a 1 week seminar in Baguio, I'm only expecting new ideas, yet I found another. An unexpected love.