I was a spoiled brat when I was younger and I wanted everything I liked to be given to me right away. When I wanted to do something, I just did it without asking permission from anyone, not even my parents.
I cut my bangs up to my hair roots because I hated it. I had my hair permanently curled by my neighbor who was a hair stylist without telling my dad. I swore at my grandpa a million times every day. I hit my baby cousin with an umbrella because he didn’t want to share his chocolates. I threw a pair of scissors right into my classmate’s face and stabbed my other classmate with a peg because they didn’t want to do my homework. I volunteered to prepare the food my baby cousin and I were supposed to share so I would always have the bigger portion.
I was definitely a bitchy kid. I wanted what I wanted when I wanted it. And so when I was five, my dad did something I would never ever forget.
One day, I wanted my dad to buy me a box of Smarties before I went to school. He didn’t want to, and I cried so hard. I didn’t want to go to school anymore. I went back to my room, tore my school uniform and changed into my jumper. I sat at the end of the bed, frowning with my arms crossed.
I remember how annoyed my dad was. He didn’t know how to deal with me. He was the only one taking care of me since my mom wasn’t with us when I was young. He was so frustrated as I was giving him deadly looks while my tears silently ran down my face.
He left my room and came back minutes after with a five peso coin in his right hand. He handed me the coin and told me I could buy anything I wanted with it. A five peso coin cost a lot of things at that time, so I was very happy. I quickly changed back to my school uniform and went to school.
During break time, I was so excited to go to the store to buy snacks. I got everything I wanted and went to the counter. When I handed the coin my dad gave me, the lady looked at me like she just saw a ghost.
“Honey, you can’t spend this coin now. It doesn’t have any value.”
“What? My dad gave it to me! I want those chocolates now!”
“You can’t have them. I am sorry.”
And then I started crying on the floor until the lady gave the chocolates for free. I went back to school and thought about how my dad had fooled and played me. When I came home that day, I didn’t want to talk to him. I went straight to bed without even taking a shower. He came to my room and I just pretended I was already asleep. He kissed my forehead and whispered,
“I am sorry baby, you can’t always get what you want.”
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Brilliant Disguise.”
(C) Diana Marcos 2015.