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Regrets in the End

by: Aida Mae P. Magno

My parents are unfair.

"Mom, Dad, I’m home”.

Everyday, my parents bring some ‘pasalubong’ and I always receive the less expensive.

"Hello! Anyone home?”

And sometimes, I don’t receive anything.  They keep on telling me that I’m too old for surprises.

"This is not funny anymore.  You can come out now, stop hiding!”

It’s time  like  this I regret how I was with this sort of people.

"….Smoke?” I opened the door in the main part of the house.

"Sis, bro, where are you? Answer me!”

I got pulled out of the burning house by a fireman, but no one else was there.  All that was left were ruins. 

"I found something in here.”

The fireman shouted.  He found my parents charred bodies.  It looks like they were protecting each other.

"Mom, Dad!” I started to cry.  I cried even harder when I perceived what my parents were protecting from fire an envelope and a present for me.

"Oh, daughter….,” I started to read.

"Sorry for making you angry with us, but see! We already bought your most wanted SAMSUNG GALAXY S4.  Sorry if it’s late.  It’s too expensive that we need to earn first.  Some other time, let’s take a picture! We love……” 

The last part of the letter was burnt but the message was clear.  I cried but this time with hatred.  I hated my parents for leaving me.  I hated them for having a daughter like me.  Most of all, I hate myself for failing to love them back.