It was my twelfth birthday. After the celebration, I was in the study room, browsing the Internet on my computer. As I was browsing the Internet, I saw something that caught my attention. It was a heading that said, "Today is the 50th anniversary of when John Lennon sinabi that the Beatles are madami popular than Jesus." I was curious. I thought, Is that why Father doesn't like the fact that Mother and I are Beatles fans? Now, I knew a bit about the Beatles. I knew that they were extremely popular in the 60's. I knew that they were synonymous with the British Invasion. I knew about the Paul is Dead rumor. I knew they changed their appearance and musical style throughout the 60's. I also knew that they broke up in 1970 and went their separate ways, but I wished they would have stayed together. I knew that John was murdered on December 8, 1980, and I knew George died of cancer on November 29, 2001, two very sad days for Beatles fans. I never knew that John had sinabi that the Beatles were madami popular than Jesus. Mother never told me that. I only know that we listened to the Beatles when Father wasn't around. Mother said, "This will be our secret, Ellie." I also knew that Father was a self-righteous, bible-thumping puritan. If he got angry with me, he would hit me with his bible. He was worse when he was drunk. He would beat me with his belt. It really hurt.
To be continued.
To be continued.
No Stable Place
Aside from Uncle Bob, the only other family members who paid me any mind were my grandparents. My grandfather passed away about a taon and a half after my father's untimely death. My grandmother lived until I started high school. When she was alive, I could always go to her with a problem. Every time I would have a bad araw at school, I would go to her. She would say, "Tell me what's wrong, John." I would tell her what was wrong, and she would make everything better. When she passed away when I started high school, I was devastated. Now I had no one to go to when I had a bad day. That's when my record listening became madami frequent. Other than my dog, Beatle, it was my only pinagmulan of comfort. I really missed having a person to talk to. I missed having someone who listened to me. When he wasn't working, I could call Uncle Bob and talk to him, but it wasn't the same. Grandma seemed to have an answer for everything. Nobody else seemed to have that gift.
Aside from Uncle Bob, the only other family members who paid me any mind were my grandparents. My grandfather passed away about a taon and a half after my father's untimely death. My grandmother lived until I started high school. When she was alive, I could always go to her with a problem. Every time I would have a bad araw at school, I would go to her. She would say, "Tell me what's wrong, John." I would tell her what was wrong, and she would make everything better. When she passed away when I started high school, I was devastated. Now I had no one to go to when I had a bad day. That's when my record listening became madami frequent. Other than my dog, Beatle, it was my only pinagmulan of comfort. I really missed having a person to talk to. I missed having someone who listened to me. When he wasn't working, I could call Uncle Bob and talk to him, but it wasn't the same. Grandma seemed to have an answer for everything. Nobody else seemed to have that gift.