It has dawned on me that how susceptible and naïve I have been all these years. Now, it is time to grow up and become mature and wiser. Perhaps this is what adulthood means- being internally strong enough to be able to accept the bitter hardships of life. However, what hurts me even more is the thought that I will never rise in life because I will always be treated as a maid’s daughter. But don’t you think I am just like the others? In fact, I am Luciana’s best friend- we complete our homework together everyday. So I was expecting both the yo-yo and the bracelet as a return gift at her birthday party, and I think I jolly well deserved it.
I feel rather guilt-ridden and embarrassed that I did not take my mother’s advice to the heart. All these years, she has protected me from the difference between the poor and the rich and has not let it affect me by any means. Even today she had tried to prevent me from remaining present at the rich peoples’ party. She has always listened to what I have had to say and today, it was my turn to listen to her, but I did not. In fact, I rebuked her by using misdemeanant words like ‘Shut up!’ I have made a tremendous mistake and that is terribly outrageous.
However, in the bottom of my heart, I believe I have learnt the quintessential lesson of my life and that it was either now or never. Maybe my mother was alert of what was about to come; maybe she had already undergone this, in her childhood. But then, in spite of my awful attitude towards her, she washed and starched my Christmas dress for the bash with so much affection and love.
As for Luciana, our friendship will never change because I do not think all this was her fault. I shall always be a respectable and decent friend to her till such time when she does not need me.
Once bit, twice shy, I will never again associate myself with the rich no matter how generous or benevolent they seem to be. Last but not the least, there is one thing I wish to share- always obey your parents because they have seen the world before you. Never abuse their experience.
I am sure that we poor chaps are only destined for groveling in the dust and I hope against hopes one can fathom why.
Rosaura
WHY I CHOSE TO WRITE A MONOLOGUE…
