"Go my child, let the world see, the world you created with your pencil."
As I was staring at my reflection in the mirror, thoughts came running into me making my vision of double blur. A round of applause, I see -- gradually waning. Why? Where did it all gone? I close my eyes.
Clap. Clap. Clap.
"Thank you, everyone!"
"Thank you!"
"Thank you!"
Words I genuinely say every time I get to ace a competition. I smile widely at them as I wave my trophies and medals - sparkling, shimmering gold.
I was crossing the street until I heard wheel scratches. Eyes were wide, feet were stuck, all I heard were screams and everything went black.
Sobs - I hear as I was trying to open my eyes. Light has given me hard time to check the place. I closed my eyes again and slowly open it. A white room I was at. "Where am I?"
No one uttered but there were liquid running from her almond eyes. "Mother, why are you crying?" I asked. Instead of giving me answer, she glanced her eyes to the blanket covering my lower part. Confused, I removed the white sheet -- tears started flowing like a river.
I had no legs!
I had no legs -- anymore! My legs that I treasure the most has been detach from me. How am I supposed to dance now?
Please, somebody tell me it was just a dream.
————— I open my eyes full of tears. See myself still staring at my reflection. Eyes went down and see no legs. It wasn't a dream but a memory of a winner who turns someone not joining and winning dance competition at present.
The day after I was hit by the car, I locked myself up in a dark room and just cry. That one day changed my life. I lived inside a room only sketching all day. My mother was there the whole time checking up on me. She was smiling but just quite.
Days went fast. Mother was moribund, as I hold her hand crying my heart out. "Go my child, let the world see, the world you created with your pencil," was her last word.
"I close my eyes and I can see A world that's waiting up for me That I call my own.
Through the dark, through the door Through where no one's been before But it feels like home." I heard a song goes like.
I may not be able to hear them cheering and clapping for me the way before the wind blew the opposite direction, but maybe, just maybe I could see them smile the way mother did through the sketches I made.
I, with no legs won't stop dreaming.
From dreaming of becoming as one of the best dancer — circumstances came with no warnings ahead.
Now, I'll dream of letting the world see how I live in my unexpected life with a pencil and a memory of my mother.
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Words by: Stephanie Gabinete Layout by: Rayzhel Gonzer
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