1985
“Mama…,” little Melinda cried as the luster from her mother’s eyes faded into a dull dark well. She was still holding on to their mother’s hand when her grandmother closed her mother’s eyes and hugged Melinda to her. Melinda kept calling for her mother over and over until the hospital orderly came and put a yellowing white blanket over their mother’s now lifeless body.
She was still ten, and already she knows that life dealt her a big one, if not the biggest. As she sobbed and called over and over for her mom, Melinda looked at the three blurry images of her three siblings amidst her tears. The three were all huddled at the other side of the bed, their Aunt Myrna behind, trying to hug all three of them. Anna squirming from her aunt’s embrace, her brother Astro clutching his aunt’s arm for support and Lily staring at everybody, a cookie suspended on her left hand, uneaten. Her brother Astro is seven, Anna is six, while their youngest, their baby, Lily, was only three and a half. Astro, Anna and Lily already started sobbing and all of a sudden, Astro started wailing as the reality sunk in.
Melinda was the one who called her grandma who was doing the laundry at the washing area at the back of their bungalow. Melinda, white as a sheet, teeth chattering and barely able to breathe, told in halting words how their mother, 35 years of age, is now sprawled in the master’s bedroom, long black hair glistening with her own blood. Her mother’s image was imprinted on her mind and clear if she is still in the room. Her mother’s left hand is holding a yellow and black cutter and her right wrist was gushing with blood which is slowly spreading on the floor and staining the immaculately white marbled floor with deep crimson. She followed at the heels of her grandmother who rushed to her dying mother. Her lola was surprisingly calm and after hastily wrapping her mother’s gouged wrist with a silk scarf she found draped on the chair in front of her mother’s dressing mirror. Her grandmother then ran to the living room and rang the emergency number for the hospital that’s tapped to the wall beside the landline. The rotary phone couldn’t be fast enough as its sleepy turns were wasting the precious seconds as her mother’s life trickled away on the cold floor. After her grandma’s distraught call ended, her grandma immediately went out the gate and shouted her plea for help with all her might for everybody in the village to hear. Several people immediately responded and as their neighbors rushed to their house one-by-one, Melinda suddenly felt light in the head, her knees seemed to have their strength seeped out from them and before her lithe gymnast’s body would clatter on the floor, a stocky neighbor caught her fall. The neighbor carried her to the sofa while an elderly neighbor fetched a White Flower ointment from her pocket and used it to revive her.
Melinda had eaten some bad meat the night before when she ate some pork barbeque sold cheaply at the plaza. She had gone there with her two friends Lito and Amanda to watch a singing contest for the town’s fiesta. There were 12 contestants in total and all of them but for one had been mediocre at best. The exception to this pool of mediocrity was their neighbor Teresa who wore a silver gown with a sweetheart neckline. Her hair was cut short, in the style of the American singer Madonna. Teresa’s voice was the voice of an angel that coated the humid night February night with her heavenly melody. Their favorite bet sang the Cebuano Kundiman, Paglaum. Melinda thought that it was all she really needed. “Ayaw ug hunong. Naa pa’y Paglaum ang tanan.” Do not despair. There is hope for everything. As the trophy was given to Teresa, who accepted it along with a cash prize of five hundred pesos, the thunderous claps of the town’s people of Barangay Caballero was deafening. Melinda and her two best friends made their way home quickly as it was already coming close to 11 in the evening and they were sure to get a pinch in the ear at least, if not a beating on their backsides with their respective parent’s leather belts. Melinda’s was the first house in the block and she quickly bid goodnight to Lito and Amanda as she quietly slipped in their gate. When she arrived at the door, she could hear her mother screaming at her father. She listened for a moment, not moving in the dark living room as her mother’s voice escalated into full blown hysterics. “You bastard! Don’t think I am going to forgive you this time! I am going to kill you and that whore! I am going to—” There was a loud thud as her father’s right fist landed on her mother’s jaw. Melinda heard a crashing sound and with her heart beating loudly she tiptoed towards her parent’s room and slowly opened the door a crack. As she peered inside, she could see her mother half sitting on the floor with her right elbow supporting her body and one hand cradling her jaw; most of the contents of her dressing table in a wild disarray around her. “Not if I kill you first!” her father hissed to her mother in a steely voice and eyes flashing red in loathing. Her father suddenly turned to the door so Melinda flattened herself on the wall in the corner where the door opens to. She was glad her father did not slam the door or else she would have been hit and found out to be spying. As she listened in between the door that was ajar and the wall, she heard her father open the gate and start the car and loudly drove away. She emerged from her hiding place and slowly went to her battered mother who was by now staring out into the window looking at her father’s fast disappearing tail-lights. She gingerly touch her mother’s arm and as her mother turned to look at her with her face swollen twice it’s normal size, she hugged her tightly never letting go until her mother told her to go to bed. When she would not, her mother got angry and practically dragged Melinda outside her door and closed it on her. She awoke that morning with a bad stomach and she ran to the toilet to relieve herself. Her stomach was aching so bad she did not eat breakfast but instead stayed in bed curled into a fetal position while her siblings bustled about preparing for school. By seven, her grandmother appeared on her doorway with a herbal remedy made from the water of boiled guava leaves. She made her drink the awful concoction and half a diarrhea tablet for good measure. Her grandmother then told her that she could skip school that day. She was not so happy to miss school since it was her turn to lead the prayers that morning. Maybe she could ask her teacher to let her do it the next day, she thought before drifting back to sleep. She slept for two hours and woke up again with the same feeling in her stomach. She almost didn’t make it to the toilet. She shouted for her grandmother and asked if there’s another medicine to take away her stomachache. Her grandmother shouted back from what seemed to be their laundry area, and told her to go check with her mother. She quickly remembered about the events that happened between her parents last night and was a bit scared to check with her mother because she would surely be in a foul mood as is always the case after a fight with her father. She remembered the time when her mother hurled a chair at her but missed, when she refused to go out her mother’s room until her mother gives her the money she needed for a stationary she fancied. As she arrived in front of her mother’s door, she didn’t bother to knock but tried to open it immediately but it was locked. She tried again to no avail. She called her mother but no answer came. Instead, she could only hear faint sobs from the inside. Something told her to look in the jalousie windows in her parent’s room from the outside, so she went to the front of their house and went in to look. She made out her mother’s figure lying on the floor seemingly unconscious. She knocked on the window and shouted for her mother but she was not responding. Melinda got scared. She knew something was wrong. She knows that the spare keys in every room and lock in the house are in the bottom kitchen drawer where small broken kitchen utensils are kept. She learned this one day when she saw her father look for the spare key for his tools cabinet in that drawer when he lost his bunch of keys one drunken night. Her curiosity got the best of her and she spied on that drawer one afternoon and tried all the keys to every keyhole she could find and by the end of that week, she had mastered all the keys and even with a blindfold, she’d know which key fits where. Her skill came in handy on this specific day when it matters most. As she opened her parent’s door, the blood had already puddled on the floor. She let out a small scream and quickly stifled it with her mouth, keys clattering to the floor. Shock has descended on her for about two seconds but she quickly recovered and spun on her heel and ran to her grandmother. She had saved her mother’s life, but not for long. As she awoke to consciousness after she fainted on the day of her mother’s suicide, her mother was already strapped on a stretcher and was being deposited on the mouth of an old ambulance van where her grandmother was already seated and crying loudly while repeating her daughter’s name. As soon as the ambulance doors were slammed shut, the driver hit the accelerator and the sirens went in full screaming mode. The van quickly sped around the maze that is their village leaving stunned Melinda and their neighbors behind with only the quickly fading sounds of the siren to suspend them in the reality of that afternoon’s tragedy.
Lily was too little yet but she is beginning to understand what’s happening. Initially too engrossed with her half-eaten cookie to care, she somehow shifted her attention to the situation when Astro’s wailing hit fever pitch. She somehow forgot about the cookie, dropped it subconsciously and quickly glanced at everybody in her life that she knows by name. Her grandma looks funny, her face contorted like she’s eaten that horrible dark green wrinkly-textured vegetable the nanny also forces on her. Melinda, whom she loves more than her mini-bolster pillow, Kiki, looks really like, like somebody deigned from reading to her her bedtime favorite story. Her brother Astro whom she hates but sometimes also likes when he defends her from Anna’s bullying which makes her cry like a big baby. She looked up at her Aunt and from her angle; her face does not look good. She looked like a bloated chin with over-producing tear ducts. Seeing everybody looking like they desperately wanted milk and clean diapers at the same time, she concluded that it’s probably a game on who could cry the loudest. To join in the fun, she drew back her breath and counted to one and willed her eyes to turn into two waterfalls and away she screamed for good measure. She had initially thought that their mom, had just nodded off to sleep like she sometimes do at school, but now, maybe something serious has happened to her. Is she this thing called dead? It happened to the pet fish that they had last summer, Narnia. Anna had named her after her favorite book, although if she secretly called the black molly fish, Dina. She thought the fish’s gorgeous black scales are like her mom’s shiny locks. Now she’s loudly crying not because she thinks it’s still a game but because she knows something deadly serious has happened to their mother. She’s still three-and-a-half but already she knows that life would will be ever more confusing and complicated with the company she’s have to deal with.
Astro couldn’t understand why he is wailing like a stupid pig but he just can’t stop. Every time he tells himself to get a hold of himself, that horrible ear-piercing wailing sound from inside of his tummy just starts out again, louder and stronger than the last one. He also couldn’t help it, but he cannot hold back the pee anymore. As it started to trickle down his short pants to his socks and shoes and starts to create a yellow puddle on the floor around his tiny school-shod black shoes. He realized his mother is going to be angry with him again for not being to control himself. His father would surely be. He would call him again that hateful term, bayote, just as he always does when he wets his bed, when he fails to tie his shoes properly, or even simply when he picks at his food. When Anna tells their father that he peed in his mother’s hospital room today, he will surely be in great trouble. His father’s anger is different from her mother’s. Her anger subsides quickly, especially when he makes her laugh with his witty jokes and comical impressions. His father’s on the other hand is trigger-happy. At his slightest mistake, his father’s anger bubble up and explodes and it is entirely focused on him. He is always the target directly and indirectly, whether his anger has been triggered by him or any of his three sisters. His father’s anger is a given, he realized. His mother however, can dead people, whom his mother had just become, still be angry? Are they allowed to? Shouldn’t she have sprouted wings already and all heavenly business they are always telling you about, the human siren wonders. He is just seven, in second grade, and his supposedly best friend stole his candy at recess that morning and already he knows the life he is dealt with is nothing like his favorite candy.
Anna is angry. As she is, most of the time. She’s angry at Lily; her attention-seeking, narcissistic baby sister whom she wished hadn’t been born at all. Astro, her stupid brother who’s always destroying her toys and stealing her dolls and dunking them inside the toilet bowl. Her big sister Melinda, who is alright most of the times especially when she braids her hair and draws her funny faces. She is alright except when she takes Lily’s side. That evil baby is always ruining her life, and she’s just a year old! Her mother who never gives her enough attention who couldn’t even be bothered to take Anna to her painting classes, her favorite time of the week, so grandma had to take over. Taking the jeepney to Mr. Chui’s art studio is just not like the drives with her mom who always pops in an Abba CD and away they’d sang like lunatics the whole way. Grandma, like Melinda, is alright too. Except when she always dotes on Lily. She most especially hates it when Grandma says Lily looks like mom when she was still a baby. A spitting image. “Yeeeck, I could spit on that thought,” she thinks. And finally Aunt Myrna, tsk, tsk, tsk, where does she even begin. Does she start with her aunt’s utter lack of fashion sense? She is a walking flea market disaster in all her long quilted skirts and oversized printed blouses. Who wears shell necklaces and plastic flowers on their hair? It’s 1985 for god’s sake’s! And, are you wearing blue eye shadow? Because, I couldn’t tell if it’s royal blue or baby blue from a 100 meters away. She wasn’t always like this to her maiden aunt, she thinks. She still remembers the days when she was so sure and confident that she was her aunt’s favorite. They would go out to get groceries together and she always let’s her have a secret cone of mango ice cream, her favorite. So one day, specifically on her sixth birthday, when all the cakes have been eaten and the guests save for a few of her mom’s college friends, have gone, while she and her then beloved Aunt were licking the remaining buttery icing from the cake pan, her Aunt asked her THE question. “So, Anna, what did you wish for when you blew out your candles?” She’d simply told her the truth with just a tiny hint of bashfulness, “I wished that you’d adopt me.” Her aunt didn’t speak for a few seconds, icing streaked face apparently in shock. Anna started getting scared. Did she wish the wrong wish? Finally, her aunt started laughing her hearty-from-the-belly laugh. That’s a good sign, Anna guessed. Her aunt was now starting to cry and laugh at the same time. Now, it was Anna’s turn to get shocked. Is it possible to cry and laugh at the same time? Sad and happy at the same time? Finally, her aunt wiped away the tears and tried to control her laughter. And she looked at Anna with a rather sad look on her face. “Anna-nipot, pot-pot.” She hates the nickname her aunt calls her. She is not dragonfly after all. But her aunt says it with love that she usually doesn’t mind. “You know I love you so much. But, I just can’t. Sorry baby…” her aunt apologized while she caressed her cheek. Her hands felt soft and somehow comforting, but what she heard just crushed her plans for their future together. What will happen to the future pet puppy that they would name Rainbow, her plan for her aunt to buy her a big slide and put it inside her new green room? But she won’t actually have to sleep there, because she will sleep beside her aunt, without fail, every night. Forever. Her aunt doesn’t understand. She is horrible and mean and wants to ruin her future. “Why not?!” She screamed at her aunt as hot tears started welling in her eyes. “Anna-nipot, you have a mom who loves you. But, we could still have those sleep-over’s, you know. It would be the same,” her aunt explained desperately. “No, it’s not!!!” and away she ran to their backyard and climbed on the avocado tree to hide. Her aunt watched from the window, she knows that the best way to make Anna stop from being angry at you is to just let her be. Anna is still six and gravely mad at her aunt for being such a big party-pooper, but already she knows that life is not going to be party that she was hoping for.
The four Biliran children, first fatherless, and now motherless. All they have now are each other. Whether they like it or not. The family left by Dina, who all but two short weeks ago attempted to take her own life and who had now finally succeeded. All this tragic event because because of an adulterous husband. The Biliran children cried in perfect un-harmonized rhythm. The four children and two adults left behind cried for Dina’s wasted life, and cried with all their might for the future without Dina.
(To be continued)