{"id":1892,"date":"2024-10-03T12:44:29","date_gmt":"2024-10-03T12:44:29","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/quill.binabangsaschool.com\/?p=1892"},"modified":"2024-10-03T13:45:02","modified_gmt":"2024-10-03T13:45:02","slug":"the-importance-of-love","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/quill.binabangsaschool.com\/?p=1892","title":{"rendered":"The Importance of Love<\/em><\/strong>"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

Cecilia Claire Widjaja (Narrative Writing), Secondary 1<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My name is Miguel Dores. I recently moved to America when everything went wrong. I was on my way home from school camp when I had an uneasy feeling. The thing was: I had no idea why.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I had made many friends during the camp. The front pocket of my bag was bloated with farewell letters and thoughtful trinkets I had gotten from them on the last day. I was never lonely, but it felt like I was being appreciated for the first time. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I smiled to myself; I want to cherish these memories forever.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Still, I wanted to go home quickly that day. I wanted to rush, burst open the door, as if I feared of losing something. But nothing bad could happen, right?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

 I couldn\u2019t be more wrong.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As I stepped onto our front porch, birds chirped innocently in the fresh air. Was I just being paranoid? Maybe. I knocked on the door.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cMom! Dad! I\u2019m home!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

No sound\u2026suspicious. I would usually hear a row of laughter, or swift footsteps behind the door. My stomach continued to churn with worry.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I was waiting when my mother opened the door. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHey, Miguel! How was school camp? Did you have fun?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

 \u201cYes, mum!\u201d I replied. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhere are Sam and Samantha?\u201d I asked. No wonder it was so quiet! My twin siblings weren\u2019t here! <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWho, sweetie?\u201d my mother asked, voice faltering \u2013 she was quivering for some reason.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

 \u201cMy siblings, mum!\u201d I pressed on, wide-eyed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cSweetie, you don\u2019t have siblings, what are you talking about?\u201d She raised a nervous, yet puzzled eyebrow.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

 Her words struck like thunder. I looked around, clueless and beginning to think that I stepped in the wrong house \u2013 or perhaps, that these were not my parents at all.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My family pictures lined along the walls were just me and my parents, but no siblings! But how could this happen? I had siblings for more than half my life! How could they just disappear? <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Fear and disbelief erupted in my heart. I ran up to my room, endless thoughts running through my head. My mum came chasing after me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As I ran, the floorboards struck the same way under my feet, the same ones that I once sped through along with Sam and Samantha. I don\u2019t understand!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My mother explained, words echoing throughout the wooden hallways, that I NEVER had any siblings! <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou just imagined them!\u201d she breathed out, exasperated. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

My dad, who had just come home from work, scrambled confusedly with her soon after. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cSweetie, what\u2019s wrong?\u201d I heard his voice behind her. I could not believe them. They were always swamped with work, maybe their weary minds got memories jumbled.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The only people I could trust were Sam and Samantha because they\u2019ve always been with me and cared for me!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But when I reached my bedroom, bursting the door open, it was empty. No sign of them. Reality then dawned on me as I stared at this shell of a lively bedroom.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

 My parents were just too busy with work that I was very lonely. I had a hard time making friends too. This was just my way of coping up with loneliness. The school camp breathed my senses back to me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI just wanted this room to be full of warmth forever.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

 I croaked through tears as I turned to my parents, who covered their mouths in shock at their child that they ignored and haven\u2019t had enough time to spend with.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Upon realizing this, they both apologized to me and we spent much more time together.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

 I am now an adult and I laugh about this memory every time I remember it. I think spending time with your children is very important and every child should get the attention they deserve.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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