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Kiloa
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The sun burst its scurging heat in the middle of the day in Manila. Summer is really here. 'How I wish, I could go back in the water' thought of the teenage girl named Kiloa. 'If only...' she thought. When all she did was have a deep sigh.
"Thinking much?"exclaimed from the voice afar. It was Kiloa's mother. Cristy gave birth to Kiloa at the age of twenty. The man who caused her deep pain, left her with no words or even letter, to explain the sudden disappearance. Kiloa's father is a Black American. That gives her that beautiful morena skin, curly thick hair and brown eyes. Cristy, as a young woman at her age, and being an orphan, getting pregnant at that time, makes her anxious alot. And put her into depression. Her good friend, Roger, who is now a missionary, helped her overcome all pain and recover from depression. Though Cristy is an undergraduate, she is potentially intelligent and skillful in marketing. That eventhough a single-mother, she managed to own a souvenir store in Batangas, and raised Kiloa on her own.
"What's bothering you?" asked Cristy
"Mmm...naah..nothing. I want burger ma. Can we go out and buy some? I also want to see uncle Roger" sluggish response of Kiloa.
While on the car, Kiloa's still in deep thought. Her mind are full of the pictures of her surfing in the raging waves of the pacific water in Siargao. She can still see people cheering for her, as she fights the waves and execute routines, done on her hours of hardwork and practice. Waves after wave. Competion after competion. She was getting there. To finally become a professional surfer. Until one crucial accident, that caused her stumble and lose faith. On her way home, midnight, coming from flight, she rode a taxi from airport. The driver seemed to be sleepy, since its almost sleeping hour. She manage to message her mother, that she was about to go home. The lights turned red, but the driver push through its accelerator. Kiloa tap the drivers shoulder, but its too late. As the driver woke up, he was shocked that he was about to cross the opposite lane. By panic, instead of break, the driver stepped more on the accelerator. Fear covers the body of Kiloa. She docked her head at the backseat, covering her head with her bag, crying. Seconds later, all she can hear, was the screetching sound of metal parts of the car. Moments after, she woke up at the hospital, losing her one leg...
"Aiyoo! People! Its intersection. Might as well signal that you will be turning right?"..disturbing her deep thought of her mom, talking to her self arguing at the car upfront cutting them on their turn.
"Ma, leave it. It wont resolve anything"
"Mmm...what else to do? By the way, I already talked to Roger. He will meet us at Giligans Market Market.
"I thought, I said burger?" Kiloa ask rolling her eyes on Cristy
"I thought, I said 'meet'?" teasing her back with a wide smile.
© eilavred27
The sun burst its scurging heat in the middle of the day in Manila. Summer is really here. 'How I wish, I could go back in the water' thought of the teenage girl named Kiloa. 'If only...' she thought. When all she did was have a deep sigh.
"Thinking much?"exclaimed from the voice afar. It was Kiloa's mother. Cristy gave birth to Kiloa at the age of twenty. The man who caused her deep pain, left her with no words or even letter, to explain the sudden disappearance. Kiloa's father is a Black American. That gives her that beautiful morena skin, curly thick hair and brown eyes. Cristy, as a young woman at her age, and being an orphan, getting pregnant at that time, makes her anxious alot. And put her into depression. Her good friend, Roger, who is now a missionary, helped her overcome all pain and recover from depression. Though Cristy is an undergraduate, she is potentially intelligent and skillful in marketing. That eventhough a single-mother, she managed to own a souvenir store in Batangas, and raised Kiloa on her own.
"What's bothering you?" asked Cristy
"Mmm...naah..nothing. I want burger ma. Can we go out and buy some? I also want to see uncle Roger" sluggish response of Kiloa.
While on the car, Kiloa's still in deep thought. Her mind are full of the pictures of her surfing in the raging waves of the pacific water in Siargao. She can still see people cheering for her, as she fights the waves and execute routines, done on her hours of hardwork and practice. Waves after wave. Competion after competion. She was getting there. To finally become a professional surfer. Until one crucial accident, that caused her stumble and lose faith. On her way home, midnight, coming from flight, she rode a taxi from airport. The driver seemed to be sleepy, since its almost sleeping hour. She manage to message her mother, that she was about to go home. The lights turned red, but the driver push through its accelerator. Kiloa tap the drivers shoulder, but its too late. As the driver woke up, he was shocked that he was about to cross the opposite lane. By panic, instead of break, the driver stepped more on the accelerator. Fear covers the body of Kiloa. She docked her head at the backseat, covering her head with her bag, crying. Seconds later, all she can hear, was the screetching sound of metal parts of the car. Moments after, she woke up at the hospital, losing her one leg...
"Aiyoo! People! Its intersection. Might as well signal that you will be turning right?"..disturbing her deep thought of her mom, talking to her self arguing at the car upfront cutting them on their turn.
"Ma, leave it. It wont resolve anything"
"Mmm...what else to do? By the way, I already talked to Roger. He will meet us at Giligans Market Market.
"I thought, I said burger?" Kiloa ask rolling her eyes on Cristy
"I thought, I said 'meet'?" teasing her back with a wide smile.
© eilavred27
