The Imperfect New Year Perfect for the Imperfect Me

The Imperfect New Year Perfect for the Imperfect Me

The Imperfect New Year that is Perfect for the Imperfect Me
Jasmin Kim R. Abesamis

My Christmas 2008 was the Christmas celebration no one ever wished for. I was wrapping too many gifts December 24, 2008 in the morning, which resulted to headache. BIC Youth will have a presentation on CE Night in our Church so we have to practice. I came late because of my headache not just because of wrapping many gifts but also because I hit the wall accidentally. I was also thinking of all the projects I have to do that I just can’t do because of many activities for the holiday season. Then, the night came. We went to church for the Christmas Eve mass and the CE night.
I was with the youth when I realized that my father was no longer playing the bass guitar (he plays the bass guitar in our church) and he was no longer there. My mother said that he had stomach ache, but I know it’s only an alibi. So when I and my mother came home, they started talking about something and I was just asking and chatting with him, making his temper low because he was hot tempered that time. I heard that he was not treated well that night when they were playing Imnario songs, which he was not familiar about so he was expecting someone to help him that time to know the right chords. I don’t want that kind of celebration for Christmas, I want to celebrate because it was Jesus Christ’ birthday when He was here on earth as a man. If He wasn’t born, maybe until now, we’re still suffering from our sins. So I went to my room, to celebrate it solo, while hearing him talking angrily.
And then, Noche Buena happened. I got my food while he was still bad tempered and ate it inside my room. It made him angrier but I don’t care because he must leave his anger for Jesus’ birthday. Unfortunately, he didn’t, he said many bad things like, “Wala siyang puso.” So I cried the whole night and didn’t celebrate the way I wanted to because of my emotions. I was also hurt by what my friend told me and...

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