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Writer's pictureColin Cris Celestial

Story of The Broken Cycle


Story of The Broken Cycle by Colin Cris Celestial
A campaign literary text regards abusive parenting

"Ano ang ginawa mo?! Bakit mo binasag 'yang mamahaling pinggan?" My mother exclaimed in a panicking and mad voice.


My eyes bulged out of fear, then I tried to voice out, "Mom, I didn't—" 


Unfortunately, before I could defend myself, a rough hand held my chin so tight that a flat thing hit my face.


"Sasagot ka pa?!" she furiously said, then slapped my cheeks with a dusty slipper.


"Wala ka na ngang ginagawang bata ka..." another hit.


"Naninira ka pa ng gamit!" For the last time, a hit with max force made my face numb.


After that, my mother left, and I saw her catching some air. 


Panicking, I rush to stand up. But to my surprise, I notice my whole body is shaking. I was shocked, yet I was used to this treatment. 


The next thing I did was see myself in front of a mirror. And there it is: scattered blood on my lips and cheeks.


When the numbness cooled down, a pang of pain was felt all over my face and even my body. Then tears escaped my eyes afterwards. 


Twenty-five years later, I was awakened by a loud drop of something fragile on the floor. My sight automatically turned to a little girl near the sofa where I slept.


I caught her picking up the pieces of broken glass.


I immediately went in her direction, and my heavy footsteps alerted her.


She stood up, panicking. "M-mom, I didn't—"


Before she could even say something, I held her hands.


"Baby, are you hurt? T-tell me where." My worried voice stunned her.


I suddenly hugged her tightly and lifted her away from where the broken glass was.


"Are you not mad, mommy?" She asked, sounding relieved.


"Why would I? I am more worried than anything else. Are you alright? Now, kiss mommy on her cheeks." Then my daughter gives my cheeks a quick kiss.


Although the trauma remains in my being, I am now a parent who doesn't want to let my child bear the same parenting as what my parents did.


I chose to break that kind of cycle.

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