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Seventeen Back To Seven

Published March 26, 2012 by The OC

 Time goes by so fast that sometimes we don’t even know what’s happening with our lives. It just passes you like a gush of the wind, you don’t see it coming and the next thing you know, and it already passed you by. One day, I was just seven and now I’m already 17. When I was seven, I always wonder what I’d be like when I’m seventeen. Now that I’m seventeen, I wonder what I was when I was seven.

            Looking ten years backward, I’m just in the first grade studying in a little room with wooden armchairs and a huge blackboard in front. I wore a brown uniform with a red belt and a red ribbon, and black shoes with white socks in school. I had such short hair cut just below the jaw line. My godfather who is also the service driver would pick me up at our house and drop me off in school then fetch me and then drop me off by the house from Mondays to Fridays. I remember having a cute backpack with a metal pencil-case and a box of crayons inside together with the books and notebooks for school. My day by then begins with saying hi to my classmates in the morning, and saying goodbye to them in the afternoon.

            If that seven-year old little girl looks ten years forward, she’ll see a young lady in a huge air-conditioned classroom sitting on a plastic armchair facing a whiteboard. A girl who wears a chic top tucked in skinny jeans and a leopard print ballerina flats. Her hair is long and curly at the ends. She goes to school from Tuesdays to Fridays riding a jeepney from her house, then a bus, then another jeepney inside the university; then she rides a jeepney, rides a bus, and then rides another jeepney and drops off by her home. She uses a black and white patterned handbag to school with a pink case for her pens and a kit for her cosmetics together with a number of fillers and a yellow pad inside. Her day begins with saying hi to her classmates before class and says goodbye to them after the period, and does this for about three to four times a day.

            This is two very different lives lived by a single person. That was how huge ten years had changed a seven-year old girl into a 17-year-old young lady. But there are things which time cannot change. We still have the same body though biological changes have occurred; it’s still the same body. I still live at the very same house that young kid lived in and still with the same family. I still have a nanny who cleans up the mess in my room because of school stuffs. Cinderella is still my favorite fairytale and so as blue is still my favorite color. I loved Winnie the Pooh then and love him until now. I’m addicted to Chuckie as I was when I was seven and still drink full cream milk every night. One thing that I’m happy that it stayed the same was I was a kid then and still is inside my heart.

            It’s funny how something you wanted as a kid comes to life and lives it like you wanted it to. Though not everything is what I expected it to be, it still turned out as a dream come true for that seven-year old little girl. I was seven and I wanted to be seventeen. I am seventeen and  still want to be seven.

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Sent From Heaven

Published March 26, 2012 by The OC

Mischa,

How are you? Haha. Do you miss me already?

Ezra and his family migrated to theUnited Statesjust three days before her birthday. They sold all their properties – their house, their cars, all of it. It was like they did it on purpose. It seemed like they were diminishing reasons for them to stay, or at worse, to even come back at all as Mischa would put it. He told her that they have to go toCaliforniafor his father’s business. It didn’t really bother her; she was just sad knowing her best friend and her lover would be a thousand miles away.

I wrote this because I may not be able to greet you a Happy Birthday. I’m hoping you get this on March 30, 2011. Haha. So, have you replaced me yet? Haha.

They hadn’t had much contact ever since Ezra left. It’s been only three days, and it was Mischa’s sweet sixteenth already. There wasn’t a single call or text, not even an e-mail sent to her. But Ezra’s cousin gave Mischa a letter and a perfume bottle etched with the words “Today, Tomorrow, Always.” She admittedly felt giddy, just like a child getting a brand new toy. But at the same time, she felt how far away they are a lot more.

She opened the letter. She chose to keep it to herself. She didn’t want anyone else to even look at it. But she said Ezra’s tone was vaguely that of a man letting go, as if asking his loved one to move on, to find someone else. She did note one thing from the letter which says, “…just like the perfume, I love you today, tomorrow, and always.”

You are the MISS UNIVERSE OF MY LIFE. ;) I love you so much.

It was summer already. The sun was always up and strong. It was different for Mischa, however. Summer was the time for her to reminisce their moments together — the times when her parents treated Ezra like their own son.

“When we get into some small arguments, my parents would always side with him like he was their son and I wasn’t their daughter.” Mischa giggled and rolled her eyes. But she would always be in tears after every little anecdote.
It was curiosity that led her to an e-mail from Ezra to his cousin. She was envious — she hadn’t received any e-mail from him ever since. There was totally no communication between them. The few things Mischa vividly remembers from the e-mail were about Ezra telling stories of her baby sister, and something about vomiting and baldness. But the one thing she would never forget was Ezra’s note to his cousin: “Don’t tell this to Mischa, she might worry.” She wept as soon as she read it. Her world suddenly turned upside down, inside out. There was not a word to describe how she felt after reading the message.

She called his cousin, who said he was sorry. Upon finding it all out, Ezra called Mischa, and said he was sorry. It was all he could say.

“Every time I see you suffer, I suffer a bit more.” Mischa’s tone suddenly switched to a serious one as she muttered the words Ezra had told her on the phone.

If I’m still alive, you wouldn’t receive this because I will give you something else. I will give you my heart. :)

A few months later, Mischa received a phone call from Ezra’s mother. Mischa had almost surely predicted the words that she would come to hear. His mom was asking how she had been doing but her efforts to try to hide her mourning weren’t enough for Mischa to not feel the pain.

“Hija, Ezra’s gone.” Beyond that, nothing made sense anymore. At that moment, her world had stopped and her tears started falling.

Ezra’s mother told her that he died three days earlier, but he requested to tell the news to Mischa at that later time. Those three days were the exact days of her exams. They didn’t have any communication by then but it appeared Ezra knew what was happening to his beloved.

Take care. I love you.

Ezra

            Ezra was diagnosed with bone cancer years before he and Mischa became friends. He died last November 17, 2010 because of morphine overdose. Ezra’s mother informed Mischa that even in the last minutes of his life, he had been looking for Mischa. His mom told her that even in his sleep he was calling out for her.  She was the only person he wanted to see, and she was the only one he remembers until he passed away.

March 30, 2011. Mischa received a letter from his cousin, a letter from Ezra not saying goodbye, but a reaffirmation of his endless love for her.

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