7/26/2019 Anecdote 2

1/2

I ate a candy that used to blind my eyes with its electric blue

wrapper. It was a block of hardened peanut butter. It was sticky, those

patches of its gooey goodness would cling onto my otherwise white teeth.

It was a Barnut; and I liked it, no, loved it. In my thirteen years of

existence, it was the rst time that Ive eaten such a sweet.

I was that kid in elementary who was always wary about food.

aving a sensitive stomach used to make me reluctant to try gooey

sweets. !he mucus texture of the moist marshmallow pressing against

the roof of my mouth bent my body with disgust. !he viscous "ow of the

Bavarian cream sliding into my throat made me cringe with nausea. !he

chocolate exploding from the sweet orange candy crust induced vomit to

burst out of me. #ost people would say to me $you sad, sad child%

whenever I would feel repulsed with a sweet they love. But I beg to

di&er' I wasn(t a sad child growing up.

#y childhood was )uite happy. I would be in the corner of my room

playing family with my blonde*haired, blue*eyed dolls. +ometimes, I

would explore the unknown and chance upon legendary monsters in the

wild tall grasses of the iridian -orest with my trusted okemon. /r 0oin

the 1aang with my water*whipping techni)ues in their )uest to defeat

the evil -ire 2ord /3ai as orange hues from +o3in(s comet stained the

sky. I was the princess who was locked in her tower waiting for rince

4harming to save her except that I did not need saving. I was happy

where I was. #y family was more than enough for me.

7/26/2019 Anecdote 2

2/2

Nanay in particular would spoil me to oblivion. !he moment I said

$I love this anime,% a white tiger Bakugan stood on the foot of my door

waiting for the command to battle. !his continued pampering led me to

become ultimately dependent on my mother. 5hen a di&icult pro0ect

came my way during elementary school, Nanaywould do it.6verything

changed, however, once I entered the doors of my high school. I could no

longer depend on her for help. +he can no longer do my pro0ects; we

were re)uired to do it at school. +he cant help me with my math

homework; it gave her headaches with its complexity. It was the very rst

time that I felt so helpless. I knew then that I had to become my own

person. I stayed up late with 7outube tutorial videos to understand our

lessons. I would end up staining my orange skirts with my clumsy hands,

painting some mitochondria. I ended up trying new things. I ate a pigs

brain, a cows intestines and chickens heart; I loved it. I braved the

milky yogurt, the creamy egg pie and the damp lling of the peach

mango pie; I hated it. But the point is, whether I hated the food or not, it

was my e&ort to try new things that mattered.