ILLEGITIMATE CHILD; Still a product of love
SUBJECT: ILLEGITIMATE CHILD
TITLE: ILLEGITIMATE CHILD: Still a product of love
If you’re an illegitimate child your life is shattered as your identity, your heart is broken as your home. You always seek for something yet you fail to find what’s your looking for. A vagabond that travels from place to place never finding rest, a bird that flies from one distant land to another never ever finding its own nest to lay. Yes – I am a child out of wedlock, try as I may, it is one thing I can never change. People may judge me for being dramatic like this but I’ll tell you it’s not about dramas it’s about being real. Many illegitimate child may ask this question, “Whose child am I?” they often say “I have the rights to rebel in this world, I am just a mistake.” Guys! Wake up! You’re still a product of love. As Professor Ariel Guban once told me. “There has no such thing as illegitimate child, only illegitimate parents.” To be an illegitimate child is to be like a solitary star in the night sky – incomplete but this feeling shouldn’t be the reason to rebel against life. We are incomplete when it comes with our own identity and with the judgmental eyes of the people around us. I was when I was a kid, I kept on finding my dads’ presence. My mom would just give her sweet smile and warm hug to me. It’s her routine every time I asked that silly question. Every activities in school where father is required to attend, I will just bow down my head and feel different among others. As time passed by, I’ve realized, maybe my dad is just somewhere in the planet Venus, Mercury or Mars and dream that one day he will come back and bring a lot of aliens with superpowers for me. Thanks dad, my imagination widen because of you. My mom works hard and never had the time to explain everything to me. When I was in grade 3 she left me and works to other country. So, who’s with me? Nothing. I felt so incomplete, I may be rich in materials things
TITLE: ILLEGITIMATE CHILD: Still a product of love
If you’re an illegitimate child your life is shattered as your identity, your heart is broken as your home. You always seek for something yet you fail to find what’s your looking for. A vagabond that travels from place to place never finding rest, a bird that flies from one distant land to another never ever finding its own nest to lay. Yes – I am a child out of wedlock, try as I may, it is one thing I can never change. People may judge me for being dramatic like this but I’ll tell you it’s not about dramas it’s about being real. Many illegitimate child may ask this question, “Whose child am I?” they often say “I have the rights to rebel in this world, I am just a mistake.” Guys! Wake up! You’re still a product of love. As Professor Ariel Guban once told me. “There has no such thing as illegitimate child, only illegitimate parents.” To be an illegitimate child is to be like a solitary star in the night sky – incomplete but this feeling shouldn’t be the reason to rebel against life. We are incomplete when it comes with our own identity and with the judgmental eyes of the people around us. I was when I was a kid, I kept on finding my dads’ presence. My mom would just give her sweet smile and warm hug to me. It’s her routine every time I asked that silly question. Every activities in school where father is required to attend, I will just bow down my head and feel different among others. As time passed by, I’ve realized, maybe my dad is just somewhere in the planet Venus, Mercury or Mars and dream that one day he will come back and bring a lot of aliens with superpowers for me. Thanks dad, my imagination widen because of you. My mom works hard and never had the time to explain everything to me. When I was in grade 3 she left me and works to other country. So, who’s with me? Nothing. I felt so incomplete, I may be rich in materials things