ALJENNETH V.

MICALLER
JD1-A
March 6, 2020

Walk Away

In my previous essays, you may have noticed that I have been mentioning tiny

details about my family and what happened to us. So now, I’d like to share a bit of our

story to you.

In a perfect world, family would be a soft place to fall on. The place one turns to

when times are tough. Unfortunately, this world is far from perfect. And the sad truth is

that sometimes family isn’t what it intended to be. Someone from your own family may

hurt you. They may hurt you physically, emotionally, or even mentally. The truth is,

family members know us the best—which means, they have a deeper view of what can

hurt us the most.

My family is my sanctuary; I always turn to them for support and strength. I take

comfort in knowing no matter which path I choose, my family will stand behind me. And

when I say “family” this includes my other relatives- cousins, titas and titos, and lolos

and lolas. They have been a part of my life ever since I can remember. My cousins and I

grew up together, and treated each other as siblings. We bicker, we fight, we tattletale but

we make-up, we hug, and most importantly, we protect each other. It makes me laugh to

think of all the funny childhood memories we shared for many years. My relationship

with my titas and titos was like having a giant barkada. We can talk about almost

anything from future plans to celebrity scandals or even porn. That’s how close we all

were. We had a meaningful connection and a powerful and unbreakable bond. Or so I

thought.
 To cut the story short, something happened that resulted to my family shunning

me out because of a decision I made that does not favor them. I tried to explain my side

but they did not listen. I asked them to give me space and time because I was also

hurting. I was literally begging them to listen to me, to understand me, to hear my side.

But no. They even questioned my pain. Na-double kill nga ako e. I lost my Love and lost

my family. Of all the people in the world, I expected my family to be by my side. I never

asked them to support me, all I asked was for them to at least open their hearts and listen

to my side of the story.

It hurts because family is supposed to be our safe haven. But more often than not,

it’s where we find the deepest heartache. The whole purpose of family is mutual support

and trust, but when that is broken, it causes pain. It hurts. I can’t even put the exact

feeling into words.

Nevertheless, I can still love the people who hurt me; though I can no longer

change the past and the fact that I need to let them go. . I will always love them. I am

hurting because I still love my family but forgetting and forgiving has not always been

easy. Sometimes the solution to the pain is to simply walk away.