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Disney Princess Life

I'm Lily, the eldest daughter of Aboitiz Family, and this is the story of my tragic and most Disney-like princess life. My family and I were known as a happy and strong family. And it is summer time, we will be getting a lot of family vacation and bonding.

So one day, I woke up to the sound of my mom's voice calling me downstairs. It was early on a Saturday morning, and I was filled with excitement for the day ahead. My family and I had planned a 3-day trip to the beach, and I couldn't wait to spend some quality time with them. As I walked down the stairs, I could smell the aroma of pancakes and bacon wafting from the kitchen.

“Lily, get ready, we’ve got something to do” Mrs. Aboitiz said.

“Alright, alright… stop being a nagger mom, I’ve got this”

“You better be, honey… Or else, we will leave you behind, got it?”

“Yeah a’right…”

My dad was at the stove, flipping pancakes while my younger sister was setting the table. My mom was packing our beach bags and making sure we had everything we needed for the 3-day vacation.

After we finished breakfast, we loaded up the car and set off on our adventure. “Here we go! To the happiest summer vacation of the family” Mr. Aboitiz said.

“Hurraaaaay!” said altogether in a scream.

As we drove, we sang along to the radio and played games like I Spy and 20 Questions—a fun game that practices students’ speaking and listening skills. My dad’s phone rang but we did not seem to be bothered by it, as it was a long drive but it didn't feel like it because we were having so much fun together.

When we arrived at the beach, we unloaded our gear and found a spot to set up camp. My sister and I ran to the water's edge, splashing and playing in the waves while my parents set up chairs and umbrellas. We spent the day building sandcastles, playing frisbee, and swimming in the ocean. We even took a break to enjoy a picnic lunch, complete with sandwiches, fruit, and cookies. I say, “Rané, the sandwiches packed by mom, was so delicious… I couldn’t get the taste out of my tongue, it just really sticks out…”

“I knew right, Sis. Mom made these sandwiches from the bottom of her heart, it symbolizes her love to us.” Rané replied.

My mom and dad, as usual, they are being lovey-dovey in front of us—they were that sweet ever since.

As the day started to wind down, we packed up our things and made a camping near to the car.

Few days later, on the drive home, I felt a sense of contentment and happiness that I hadn't felt in a while. I realized that spending time with my family was one of the most important things in my life. We may not be perfect, but we were a team, and we always had each other's backs.

When we got home, we were all exhausted from the day's activities. We ordered pizza for dinner and watched a movie together, snuggled up on the couch. As I drifted off to sleep that night, I felt grateful for the love and support of my family. I knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, we would always have each other, and that was the greatest gift of all.

That ends our 3-day summer vacation at the beach. A week has passed and everything went back to normal, on the other hand, my dad went back to his work and my younger sister went back to her school after a long-long vacation.

It was a lazy Monday, and I was feeling a bit bored. I had finished all my chores and there wasn't much to do outside, so I decided to have some fun with myself inside the house.

I went to my room and put on some of my favorite music, turning up the volume and singing along. I started dancing around the room, letting loose and enjoying the beat. It felt liberating to be able to move my body freely without any judgment or self-consciousness. As the music continued to play, I decided to get creative. I grabbed some art supplies and started painting on a canvas. I let my imagination run wild, using bold colors and expressive brushstrokes to create a vibrant piece of art. It was fun to get lost in the process and see where my creativity took me.

After I finished painting, I decided to indulge in some guilty pleasure TV shows. I snuggled up on the couch with some snacks and binge-watched my favorite series. It felt like a guilty pleasure, but it was a great way to relax and escape from the world for a little while. As the day turned into night, I continued to have fun within the house. I played video games, read a book, and even baked some cookies. It was liberating to do things on my own terms, without worrying about anyone else's expectations or opinions. I realized that sometimes, the best way to have fun is to spend time with yourself. It's important to enjoy your own company, to explore your own interests, and to do things that make you happy. And for me, that day spent having fun with myself in the house was the perfect reminder of this.

As I was sitting in my room when I heard my mom calls out for me from upstairs. I went up to her room, expecting to see her watching TV or doing some work on her laptop, but instead, I found her slumped over on the bed, looking pale and tired. I rushed over to her, asking her what was wrong. She told me that she had been feeling unwell for a few days, with a persistent headache and nausea that wouldn't go away. She had tried to ignore it, thinking it was just a bad case of the flu, but now she was starting to worry. I decided to take her to the hospital, just to be safe. I drove her there without anyone knowing. I waited in the emergency room for what felt like hours, watching as doctors and nurses rushed back and forth, attending to patients in critical condition. Finally, a doctor came over to us and asked to speak with my mom alone. My heart sank as I watched her disappear behind the curtain, wondering what could be wrong. When she emerged a few minutes later, her face was white as a sheet.

The doctor told us that my mom had been diagnosed with a serious illness. It was something that would require immediate treatment, and even with that, there was no guarantee that she would recover fully. I felt numb as I listened, unable to process the gravity of the situation.

“Your mom has stage 3 lung cancer, we need an immediate treatment. We should not let this delay any further” the doctor said in a dejected tone.

I became speechless. I do not know what to do.

After two hours, the doctor informed me that my mom was able to be released from the hospital and that if we decided to let her get cured, we can go back anytime, but for now, all we can do is that to go back home as we do not have the money to pay the bills yet.

In the midst of going back home, my mom told me to keep it as a secret and that we should not tell anyone, especially my dad and my younger sister. She says “Lily, honey, please don’t let them know yet, I don’t want them to know yet, just give me the time to ready myself…”

“What? No! We should tell them, how can we get you cured? If we are not about to tell dad? What’s gonna happen next? No mom… please don’t…” I said it in an enraged tone.

“No, honey… Please, I beg you. Not yet…”

“Mom! WHY!?”

I saw my mom cried, it pains me a lot and all I can do is to respect her decision. I cannot fight back.

As we got home, my younger sister was waiting in the living area and embrace mom as we got closer. My dad, who should be at home in this hour, was not seen.

In the very morning, my dad arrived with lots of gift prepared and without any knowledge about what happened to mom yesterday. As usual, I greeted and embraced him “Welcome dad” as I said, he replied “Thank you, Lily. How’s my Rané-honey faring?” My younger sister shouted and said “Daddy! I’m hereeeee, I missssed you” As for me, I went to mom and checked on her. Everything seemed to be okay.

A month has passed with the very same routine, my dad goes to work and my younger sister goes to school and for me, I stayed at home and doing sort of home-work based and also accompanied mom. With that being said, my dad was being unusual as he sometimes never go back to the house and will just said he was busy.

Until one fateful day, it was a Thursday afternoon, I went to the city and bought some stuffs that I needed, there I saw my dad with some gorgeous woman, and I followed them secretly, until I arrived to some apartment. My heart was thumping so hard, afraid to be caught, just when I was about to go back, I saw my dad kissed the woman and I just noticed that woman is pregnant.

I ran as fast as I can, tears in fall. It was so devastating to see my dad with another woman. I cannot fathom as to why he can do that while smiling to us.

The very next day, my dad went home, as usual, bring gifts and smiles to us as if he is not cheating. Not until, my mom discovered something from his bag and it was a used condom with a sperm on it. Says “Ronald! What the hell is this? Explain to me this instant now!”

“Darling, at ease. Calm down, would you?”

“How could I? When I got to see this shit out of your bag?” says in an enraged tone.

“That’s not mine okay? Satisfied?”

“Then why is it inside your bag?”

“Maybe, some crazy person pulled some prank on me?”

“Better that be!”

On the other side, I was nervous and anxious to the point I almost told my mom that I saw dad with another woman yesterday.

“Crazy bastar-! Cheater…” I murmured.

Few days had passed nothing sort happened aside from the misunderstandings that caused my mom and dad quarrel in the middle of the night. Until the very fateful date where my mom is scheduled to have a check-up in the hospital, is also the day where we saw dad with another woman. “Ronald?” my mom said.

My dad stiffens, as he sees my mom in an awe and shock.

“Darling, wait let me explain this” grabs the hand of Mrs. Aboitiz.

“Stop! You don’t have to explain this, I can understand” said in a whimper tone.

I stood like I knew everything, my mom saw how composed I am. “You knew, honey?”

“Yes mom, I knew everything” sheds tear.

“Let’s go home” mom said.

We did not continue the said check-up for my mom, as it was a very long-long tiring and stressing day. As soon as we got home, my mom cried as if there is no tomorrow until she fell asleep without even eating anything.

“Sis, what happened to mom?” Rané said, curiously.

“Mom is just stressed, there’s no need to worry.”

“Then, why is she crying?”

“Some sort of thing happened. You’ll know everything from mom tomorrow”

Until one day, my mom told us that my dad had left us for another woman. My face is twitching, and my blood is boiling.

“How can my dad abandoned us for another woman?” I comforted my mom as she cried. My mom never stops crying all day and all night. But later that evening, mom came over to my room and sat next to me and said,

"Honey, I'm sorry" as she spoke, and she left us confused.

"For what, mom?"

"I am at stage 3 lung cancer."

I was composed, unlike my younger sister, she sobbed and left in the house. She was horrified when she heard what mom said.

My mom left my room, I was thinking, "Is my mom going to die?" If my dad abandoned us, then will my mom do it too? no! I stood up and shouted, "I will take good care of you, mom!" and noticed that our neighbors were sleeping. “Wopsie hehe!”

Weeks have passed and my mom's composure was getting worse, and there I saw her lying in the ground, so I called 911 for an ambulance and take her to the doctor. As I sit and wait on the bench inside the hospital, the doctor calls my name and tells me, "Sorry, young lady, your mother has passed away." I am shocked to hear that, and I wish the world would open and eat me. I cried loudly inside the hospital as I shout, "Mom! Mom! Mom! Please don’t leave us alone, you promised us that you’ll take care of us even without dad"

“Mom! No, I cannot forgive myself if you just passed away like that. You’re so unfair mom! WHY!?” Rané said in a dejected and remorsed tone.

Losing someone I loved has been one of the most stressful and difficult experiences of my life. Since their passing, I've been feeling a constant sense of anxiety and tension that never seems to go away. I attempted to hang myself, thinking that by killing myself, everything will go back to normal and the simplest tasks feel overwhelming, and I struggle to focus on anything for more than a few minutes at a time.

I find myself constantly worrying about the future and what it holds without the person I lost. The weight of their absence is always with me, and it's exhausting. Even the things that used to bring me joy feel hollow now.

I try to distract myself with hobbies or spending time with friends, but the sadness is always there, just beneath the surface. It's hard to imagine ever feeling truly happy again.

The stress and grief have taken a toll on my physical health as well. I find myself feeling tired and run down, with a constant knot in my stomach. My sleep is restless, and I wake up feeling exhausted every morning.

Losing my mother has been one of the most difficult experiences of my life, as dad also left us behind. She was my rock, my confidante, and my best friend. We had been through so much together, and I never imagined a life without her. The days since her passing have been a blur. I find myself moving through the motions of life, but everything feels empty and meaningless without her by my side. The house feels too quiet, and I miss the sound of her voice and her laughter. There are moments when the grief hits me like a ton of bricks, and I feel like I can't breathe. I find myself crying uncontrollably, missing her more than words can express. It's hard to imagine a world without her in it. I try to remember the good times, the moments we shared that brought us closer together.

Memories of her smile, her warmth, and her love flood my mind. But even those memories are bittersweet, reminding me of what I've lost. It's hard to know how to move forward without her. She was such a big part of my life, and I feel lost without her guidance and support.

But I know that she would want me to keep going, to continue to live my life and pursue my dreams. So I try to take things day by day, focusing on the small things that bring me joy. I find comfort in the support of my family and friends, in the memories of my mother, and in the knowledge that she will always be with me in spirit.

Losing my mother has been the hardest thing I've ever gone through, but I know that she would want me to be strong. And so I will continue to grieve, to remember, and to honor her memory in all that I do.

Months passed, and I finally moved on as my father left me and my mom passed away. And I started my 4th year of college at the university as an architect. As I walked inside my room, I noticed this handsome and cute guy named Lawrence.

He glanced at me, and my heart started to pound, saying,

"Geezzzzz, is this love at first sight?" He came over and closer his face.

I felt his warm breath, and he said,

"You look so beautiful, like a goddess."

I tried to avoid having feelings to certain someone, as what my dad did to my mom makes me traumatized to the point I am scared to even start a relationship. But then there's someone in my life who brings me joy, even though I'm still dealing with the trauma of my past. They bring lightness and happiness to my life that I didn't know was possible, and I am so grateful for their presence in my life.

When I'm with them, it's like the weight of the world is lifted off my shoulders. They make me laugh and smile, even when I'm feeling down. They listen to me when I need to talk, and they support me through all the ups and downs of life. It's not that they've magically made my trauma disappear, but rather that they have shown me that it's possible to find happiness and joy even in the midst of pain and suffering. They remind me that there is light at the end of the tunnel, and that there is always hope. Their love and support have helped me to heal in ways that I never thought possible. They've shown me that I am worthy of love and happiness, and that I don't have to let my past define me.

They've given me the courage to face my fears and to keep moving forward, one step at a time. I'm still dealing with the aftermath of my trauma, and there are still days when the pain is too much to bear. But having this person in my life gives me the strength to keep going, to keep fighting, and to keep believing that there is a brighter future ahead. They make me happy, even in the midst of my pain, and for that, I will always be grateful.

Then, after that, we started seeing each other at our university and started to hang out. He's such a kind and caring man. Then one day he asked me to become his girlfriend, and I didn't hesitate to say no, so I said yes, because who will resist a handsome man like a Greek god? Then soon as that we graduated as Architecture and we were acquitted in high rating company in our city.

On my mother's birthday, we visited her in her graveyard. That day was the most wonderful and beautiful thing that happened to me because Lawrence proposed, "Lily, will you be my wife?" and I said yes. We, then, asked permission to my mother. My younger sister, Rané, despite being young, she started her small business and lived happily.

Years passed, and our lives are now stable and financially okay, and we have our own twins, Jack and Jill. I cried a little bit as I watched my husband carry my twin on his hand and remembered my own life back then. I whispered to myself that I would take care of my family no matter what happened. Then my husband came over and asked, "Are you okay, love?" I nodded and hugged them very tight.

At the age of 80, we still watch the sunset together with Lawrence, my first love, and I was thinking that if I was not able to overcome my trauma in the past, I would not get into this kind of life. As we watch our children also have their own kin, made us realize how life is too short.

“You are the best thing that ever happened to me, love” I said.

“Likewise. You are as beautiful as ever, my love” he said in a lovely tone and kisses my forehead.

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There was one time we traveled to Bukidnon. That day, I was so down and drained that I decided to come along with Tita Anna even though I wasn't invited. Tita Anna saw me on the chair near the door, and suddenly she approached me. She said, "Nak, gamaoy man ka?" I answered her, "Tita, badtrip man gud ko kay gamay kaayo akong kuha sa among exam gahapon. Basin masuko si mama ba pagkabalo niya aning results sa akong exam. I tried my best man, Tita, pero mao gihapon, naguol lang ko." She saw me crying, and she tapped my back, saying, "Sakto nana nak, ayaw nag hilak kay okay naman to imong score, dili lagi na masuko imong mama akoy bahala niya. Ubanon nalang tika ugma sa byahe nako papunta Bukidnon": after I heard those, I couldn't explain how I felt because my manifest got satisfied, and at that time I wanted to travel just to forget some problems in my academic status.

The next morning, I woke up and found out that Tita Anna hadn't woken up yet. I intentionally ran fast and went to her room because at that time I was so excited. I knocked on the door while saying, "Tita, mata na manglakaw pata diba?" I didn't hear someone answer me, and I started to overthink because there was something wrong with Tita in her own room. I started to panic, and there are so many thoughts in my mind—maybe she doesn't hear her alarm clock. Maybe she is so stressed by her work at night. I go down quickly just to call my mom and tell her what happened to Tita because she won't reply. I told Mommy, and we started to panic. I knocked and knocked on her door, but no one was able to respond until I decided to stay calm because I thought everything would be alright. After an hour, I felt and heard her room being gently opened, and I quickly went

out to my room. I saw her so threatened, and I think that something happened to her. I approached her, saying, "Tita, unsay nahitabo nimo? Mura lagi kag nakulbaan diha? Ganiha rako ga toktok toktok sa imong purtahan unya di ka katubag" she answered to me "Nak, pasensya na gyud kaayo kay gi urom ko kagabie bantog walay nakatubag nimo". I saw on her face that she was so threatened, and her voice was so calm. She tells me that she wasn't able to pray before she slept that night. She also tells me that it's her first time missing her prayer at night because she also had a problem with her boss and wasn't able to tell me on time. She explained to me what happened. I found out that her boss is firing her because their company needs a new and young employee. She also tells me about her boyfriend, who broke up with her because of some problems. Her boyfriend used to hurt Tita Anna for small things.

I expect that Tita Anna is happy and content with her life, but my expectation is very wrong. It was a long period of time when Tita Anna had anxiety, but she wasn't able to tell me. I thought Tita was so peaceful inside because she had a complete license and had everything except the baby. She tells me that she wanted to have a baby boy with her boyfriend, but she broke up with him at 6 months. She wanted to have a baby just like me. I realized that happiness in this world is temporary; it doesn't matter how wealthy and pretty you are because those are some of the temporary things in this world. I asked her if we would continue to travel in Bukidnon so we could be happy for a period of time. She said yes; she also wanted peace of mind and the smell of a fresh breeze in there.

We traveled to Bukidnon, and my brother was the one who drove us, and after 2 hours, we came in there. We find the house of my cousin Nico because the plan is to stay there to save our means or budget. She said that we don't need to go to hotels in there because Nico is here; they have a house here in Bukidnon for us to stay. As we walked on the street, finding the house of Nico, I finally saw him with his wife, and they welcomed us. As night is approaching, I suddenly think about my score and how my mommy would feel if she could see the results, but luckily Tita Anna is there, and she approaches me once again. He gives me ice cream, which is my comfort food. She said that we're going to travel to Dahilayan because there are many tourist spots there and different kinds of views and foods. We are going to bond with each other, forget our own problems, and stay positive.

The next day, we successfully traveled to Dahilayan. This is the first time I've seen fog, and the weather is so cold. I used to wear my jacket, and Tita Anna also wears her sweater jacket. We rode some of the rides in there and became happy for a short period of time.

One day, I was sitting beside the mango tree. Tita Anna saw me, and she suddenly sat down after me and gave me some advice. That day I was so drained, and I realized the saying, "You know, I was just taking a dump one day, and then as I sat there, I realized, I really do deserve better." by Zach Braff. The saying of Zach makes me realize my worth, and I know to my very own self that I don't deserve those pains. My smile comes back, and I feel so fine. That day I realized that there is nothing wrong with being happy; it depends on the person if he or she chooses to be happy or not. We should always find our happiness without feeling judged. Tita Anna is so understanding,

to the point that she used to prioritize how I feel over being happy on her own. She used to bond with me and make me happy because we had so many problems at that time, and we used to travel just to forget our problems in our own homes and become happy for a short period of time.

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