One of Us
By: RDV
At twenty one, Andy was leaving everything behind, his family, his friends, the hometown he grew up in. It was his independent decision to go; even if his parents vetoed it, he’d find ways to run away anyway. He knew they had exhausted their resources; the income was meager and the cost of living conversely higher. If he stayed, he’d just be another luggage on their back.
But he had other reasons. All his friends are fathers now, even those who were considerably younger than he was, and he looked at this as a potential hazard to his overall life. Somehow, his gang ended up in bed with girls and found them pregnant the following morning. No, Andy had other ideas in life. He didn’t want to be one of those good-for-nothing fellas with no jobs and only more mouths to fill. So he was going away, far from their influence.
When he voiced this out with one of his friends, who already had a two-year-old kid to feed, the latter called him a hypocrite. And not quite unreasonably. Andy had been sexually active as far as everyone was concerned. Basically everyone saw his excuse as no more than a ridiculous pretense to keep his slate clean somehow. He was the master deflowerer of virgins, the fucker of everything, the bed-master who by some magic made girls hanker for more after several rounds. But he was going away, because being a father at this age was not his intention.
He packed his bags to Baguio soon after. He wanted to save what dignity he could by splitting. The contingencies were on his side, what was ahead looked bright. His demands were few so a measly pay would support him. Nothing should be a major problem, of course. And so he embarked on his journey with the highest spirits.
He frolicked, he had fun, he had spent.
A year and a half later he returned. Quite ironically he wasn’t alone. A woman was with him and so was a so-and-so-month-old baby girl. It was his, both of those people. He introduced them to his parents as his wife and kid, willing to reveal the un-concealable. They, for their part, kept quiet. They knew it was bound to happen sooner or later. With the environment Andy grew up in it was pretty hard to expect otherwise of him. He was a father, at last, a doom which everyone knew would befall him.
When asked if he remembered the raison d’etre why he left nearly two years ago, he’d answer ‘yes’ and laugh it away.
“I was being delusional then. I had to face the facts too, you know.”
At twenty one, Andy was leaving everything behind, his family, his friends, the hometown he grew up in. It was his independent decision to go; even if his parents vetoed it, he’d find ways to run away anyway. He knew they had exhausted their resources; the income was meager and the cost of living conversely higher. If he stayed, he’d just be another luggage on their back.
But he had other reasons. All his friends are fathers now, even those who were considerably younger than he was, and he looked at this as a potential hazard to his overall life. Somehow, his gang ended up in bed with girls and found them pregnant the following morning. No, Andy had other ideas in life. He didn’t want to be one of those good-for-nothing fellas with no jobs and only more mouths to fill. So he was going away, far from their influence.
When he voiced this out with one of his friends, who already had a two-year-old kid to feed, the latter called him a hypocrite. And not quite unreasonably. Andy had been sexually active as far as everyone was concerned. Basically everyone saw his excuse as no more than a ridiculous pretense to keep his slate clean somehow. He was the master deflowerer of virgins, the fucker of everything, the bed-master who by some magic made girls hanker for more after several rounds. But he was going away, because being a father at this age was not his intention.
He packed his bags to Baguio soon after. He wanted to save what dignity he could by splitting. The contingencies were on his side, what was ahead looked bright. His demands were few so a measly pay would support him. Nothing should be a major problem, of course. And so he embarked on his journey with the highest spirits.
He frolicked, he had fun, he had spent.
A year and a half later he returned. Quite ironically he wasn’t alone. A woman was with him and so was a so-and-so-month-old baby girl. It was his, both of those people. He introduced them to his parents as his wife and kid, willing to reveal the un-concealable. They, for their part, kept quiet. They knew it was bound to happen sooner or later. With the environment Andy grew up in it was pretty hard to expect otherwise of him. He was a father, at last, a doom which everyone knew would befall him.
When asked if he remembered the raison d’etre why he left nearly two years ago, he’d answer ‘yes’ and laugh it away.
“I was being delusional then. I had to face the facts too, you know.”
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