Here's something straight out of a drama that actually happened. I heard that my father, who is the best I ever had, had a child from a previous relationship. And this was not revealed to me until today. My mom and dad heard about it a day before.
See, here's the thing: my mom and dad immigrated here. But the reason why I was born here and not in the P.I. was because of some paperwork. You know the process to sponsor someone to emigrate here? If you don't, look it up. That's why we have Google, gang.
So, to keep a long story short, my older sister and my dad have to cross the border to get her here. And to have her become a nurse, HachiDad needed to find some insider to fast-track her. He got it done, my sister is now doing well at St. Mary's Medical Center, but as for the other child, my half-sister (I realize I'm an older brother) is still in the P.I., waiting to come here.
But the reason HachiMom is showing (at this time) why I have my mental condition is because, as you know, the infidelity factor. My half-sister is 18. So now I have a younger half-sister, an older sister and an older brother-in-law. Four adults. And my mom cannot believe that this revelation was not provided to her until today.
See, if my dad was not able to move heaven and earth by fudging up some paperwork two decades ago, I would be posting from Manila. I could have gotten my degree from De La Salle or Ateneo or Santo Tomas, and my sister would have been a CSULB student.
Who know how history would have changed if he did not succeed.
But now, because of this, I really don't know what to think. I try to look at this in a positive light, and right now, I am just starting to internalize the implications and consequences.
I don't want my family to fall apart. I don't want my mom and dad to be divorced. But when something that has been kept mum for nearly a couple of decades comes at you like an open Pandora's Box, the question beckons: what can you do?
