Epilogue: October 25, 1983 at 2:00 at dawn heaven's sent... Adrian Barcia (yours truly!). Martial Law is still in effect. Doctor's who caught me in their arms said: "What's this a Lizard?" (maybe owing to the fact that I was so puny when delivered hehe (If only the late Ernie Baron was alive I could have asked him does the sand man truly exist? I'd ask this because later in life, my mom said that after I was born they found many specks of sand in my eyes).
Story: I'm a happy child. Very happy indeed. I have two pet dogs, my constant companions and great protectors. I just don't know if they do it because of loyalty or because I have some stinky shit over my diaper. What I just can't imagine is what my mother told me that I was forced fed with lizard (it's said to be an old cure for asthma, I'm asthmatic as a kid). I was so sickly that my parents brought me to Roxas Boulevard (now what kids nowadays fondly call Baywalk) to catch some fresh air, There I would sip my "Yakult" and my "Magnolia Fresh Milk" in a bottle (it was bottled then). My body was so sickly even Johnny Midnight's toning water never helped me. My doctor's would punish me by sending a foot long injection needle on my butt (of course you know it's exaggeration but for a boy of 2-3 it don't matter how long, it hurts!).
Not so long after, or a thousand injections later, I learned to fight back, I remember punching a nurse who was getting a blood sample (Early on I should have taken boxing as a sport), I did the same to the kid who tried to grab my paper aeroplane, not only did I punch him he also received a mark for weeks (a black eye).
Here's the incident: The kid has an uncle who obliged to our prodding of making us the paper aeroplane, so a good boy as I was I took 2 new bond papers form my stock. As soon as the first paper aeroplane was finished the other boy took it, And that was when he come to the unfortunate end of tasting my straight jab hehe. I was never violent, but I guess I have a knack of protecting what was mine.
When I turned to school, In nursery I gave my mom the best gift I could give her on the first day. a "zero" on my first examination paper. She was so proud she didn't let me sleep in the afternoon and gave me dozens of lectures and mini-tests to ensure I never have "zero" on an exam again.
But to tell you the truth, it never changed what was to become of me in the end...
A valedictorian (naks! I could hear the winds starting to blow alittle stronger now).
I have so many more to share... Just watch out for the continuation. Until then. May the force be with you.
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