Where I Grew Up

Wherever I've lived, I've lived like princess. When I had left my country, I was a princess no more. I was knocked back down to the bottom of the heap. Knocked down to my misery was I. My life in the Philippines was nice while it lasted, and those memories will never fade. Even if I must climb this ladder again, I will be triumphant in the end. My friends, most of my relatives, my cousins I had loved, they all had been left behind just because of so-called opportunities. What lies those opportunities had been. There are no opportunities. I want to go back. There is nothing here for me. I want to leave this place. Resistance is futile. I cannot leave. I am bound to this place now, all I have are my memories.

My parents worked abroad, so I had many caretakers. My grandmother from my father's side, we all called her Granny. She tells me I will always be her baby, even though I am grown. She had taken care of me for almost all my life, and spoiled me into false royalty. My teacher in English, Math, and Science, she taught me how to learn. All my wishes were fulfilled, and I grew up thinking that I was superior. My grandmother's helper, she was my best friend. She was always at home with us, so I had someone to talk to most of the time. I was the superior, so I told her what to do, I was the little mistress. Whatever I said was done. I didn't feel like eating like a peasant, and so I was spoon-fed until I was about 8 years old. No one had said anything. I thought it was normal to be that bratty, but that changed when I was dragged to this farce of a country.

No one wants me here. Why am I here? What is my purpose here? Could you tell me? Can you tell me the answer? I was despised and was thrown to the side. All because I had acted like a brat, because I am the mistress. The princess cannot rule without her people, and the people will never listen