LOGINI was smiling from ear-to-ear after my parents had left my room. They just finished making me feel bad about myself for not passing any of my entrance examinations. Yes, I failed while Christian passed his. I knew it. He was the better student between the two of us.
“He was a good friend.” I swallowed the lump on my throat as I tried to prevent my tears from falling. “A good leader. A good follower. No matter how many times I stumbled, he was there to help me get up. When I needed a shoulder to cry on, he was always by my side to cheer me up.” I roamed my eyes around to see my schoolmates, my batch mates wearing their toga.
When Christmas season came, it went like a blur. My family and I went to the city to visit some of our relatives. The whole week we were there, questions after questions were thrown to us, asking who was Lia. It made my mom a little uncomfortable but still told them the truth nonetheless. I could tell by then how my relatives did not like her answer and reprimanded her for accepting the kid.
“So, will you tell me now?”Christian sat in front of my seat as I made myself comfortable sitting on the carpeted floor with my back leaning against the couch behind me.
Maybe if someone were to ask me who was my first heartbreak, I would most probably say that it was my mom. I had no idea when did it all start. When did I start longing for her attention? The earliest memory that I could think of that I had with my mom was when she was caressing my hair, tying it up into multiple small braids. I was seven that time.
“So, it’s all settled now? Christian’s place on Saturday?” I cleared with my groupmates. They all nodded in unison before I dismissed them.