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I was born with a gift. I never thought I'd discover it on my own but it was due to this gift that I realized I'm just an ordinary person.

Comprehension- is the gift I've been given and I believe is taken lightly by all other people who's been gifted with the same thing.

I started to use this gift when I became 12 years old and with this delay of use, all my past years are fragments of my memories and a blur.

I guess you could say I'm a late bloomer. ಡ ͜ ʖ ಡ

The transition was due to a natural phenomenon. A huge typhoon hit our city that caused a devastation to everyone and huge losses to those in the lowlands.

My family was one of those. (っ˘̩╭╮˘̩)っ

I am born the second. A middle child who's got the attention of a small pebble by the streets, never got a heart to heart conversation with either one of my parents. I am a well-spirited child with the energy of a playful wolf.

My little sister, a small girl who loves to color her book and cling onto my parent's back. She's strong despite her in-born heart disease. She's only 6 yrs younger but has more potential than the current me.

My older brother, about a year older than me. He's an unorthodox kind of person, a genius of a different category, he was able to use comprehension at age 2 and can still remember the things that happened at that age.

Our dad was lawyer. A great one. He used to lift our family from being in the lower class up to the middle class. I as the middle-child is a carbon copy of my dad's face. I'm quite irritated about how my dad's acquaintances expect me to follow his steps and become a lawyer.

We lost him in that typhoon trying to save our lives.

His wake is as big as a Taylor Swift concert because of all the people who visited.

Our mom who also became our dad. She takes care of us and also work for the family. Starting all over again from the huge loss, she lifted us back up not at the same social status but enough for us to live our lives comfortably.

Since that tragic event, everything changed from the things we have to the way we think and act.

Having a traumatic experience, a loss, a huge loss. It kept repeating inside my head, the scenes from everything that happened in that disaster.

The flood level that kept going up, me and my family that struggled to climb the attic and to get out, losing my dad, saying goodbye to him, imagining him trapped inside the attic as the flood level reached the peak of our house.

That's when everything started to make sense for me. That's when life reminded me that it is temporary.

That's when I started to use comprehension.

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