My Chidlhood Myth

I know that big or older people don’t like questions from children. But they can ask all the questions they like, ‘How’s school?’ ‘Are you a good girl?’ ‘Did you brush your teeth?’ ‘Did you say your prayers?’ But if you’ll ask them did they brush their teeth you might be hit on the head.

Once when I was younger, I ask my father a few things that I always wonder. Like how I came here, how I came into this world, where I came from, how come that there are babies in the stomach, how can one have a baby. He laughs and because he’s in a good mood, he answered my questions (cuz usually he doesn’t answer questions like that). He said there is an Angel from heaven who delivers babies. One night the angel brought me to them and appeared in our small garden and left me on the bench. I usually believed what my father would tell me back then even if my eldest brother would say that dad makes up stories.

From then on, I sit on the bench in the garden a long time waiting and waiting for the angel. I could ask the angel all kinds of questions and I’m sure he would answer everything. I’ll tell the angel all the things I can’t tell my mother or father or brothers. I’ll tell him all about my crush, school and how I’m afraid of my teachers and her stick when she roars at us.

So I stayed on the bench ‘til it gets cold still no sign of an angel. Maybe he’s very busy in delivering tons of babies.

Sometimes if I had to get up in the middle of the night to pee, I look out the window to see if the angel might be sitting on the bench, in case he might bringing another baby or just coming for a visit.

One day, I had the house to myself so that I can sit on the bench in the garden and talk to the angel. I know he’s there. I had a strong feeling he was there because the bench felt warmer than ever and there’s a light in my head. I told him my troubles and I heard a voice but I didn’t understand what it said.

Next morning I’m up early and I told my father about the angel on the bench, but he just placed his palm on my forehead to check if I’m feeling all right and said ‘You’re a bit of a dreamer, my daughter.’