Glaring Web

It's probably the most of the understatement that the only son could be just like his father. Unfortunately, for me, and for all those that has the same accolades as mine, it never came easy. God forbid, it will never come easy.

An arbitrary sign that distinguishes you as the solitary half of your father. I dont get it why a lot of people who knows you would find it enjoyable and aggreable to compare you with the likes of your tatay. They conform in every respect that your one, sole picture of your Dad. And your glued to that oddly pristine label "the only son".

My relatives would always busy themselves pointing things about how I should act. Even on how I should look, much too my dismay. It's rather queer when a relative of yours would tell you point- blank, matter of factly, "Your so not like your father." And it doesn't end here. They would then barrage you with a series of punishing innuendos.

Even when I was just a piece of being, they would exclaim a bunch of enervating judgment. From the time I was borne out, I was readily associated with the infamous "nge, itum." But then again, it doesn't have much of an effect to me. My tatay, anyhow, is just slightly fair than I am.

Somehow, I was associated with a few salient tag. "Alam, buot, mahipos". I was practically fixated to myself back then. But things don't always ends up good. It regress to worse. Slowly, the "alam", "buot" remark was overtaken by a crescendo of disillusioning spat. Ranging from "maldito" to "gago."

Here comes my direct association with my father. It's always so easy for them to compare me with him. "Ang tatay mo buot." "Si tatay mo wala guid ga- bato sa amon." C' mon, how can you claim that not doing things your own way is not at all so tender. Would fighting for what you believe in could make a man disrespectful?

It is virtually a struggle for me to get pass these web of opinions. Withstanding a mare that constraints my whole being. I may not be as compassionate and kind- hearted as my tatay. I may not be as passive and tolerant as him. Still, I can be considerate. I still am raised well by my parents. I still have respect and appreciation. I still was inculcated with values and morals.

It's always a candid pleasure to listen to what impression you have towards me. Even if the superlatives are hard to ingest. Someday, I would outgrew all these criticisms. The silly, non-sense comparison. I would not let these things strangle me alive. Yes, I am affected. It's because I value you that much.

See, I can be that sweet. hehehe