    Eighteen years ago, my mom and dad got married. And they were so happy when I came to their life. They always took care of me, spoil me and loves me. At masasabi kong ako na ata ang pinakamasayang anak sa mundo. My mom, Elizabeth Becker was a former model and she quited because she was pregnat. And my dad, George Becker, is a succesful businessman. He's my super hero and he is very cool.
     I was four years old, my mom was busy talking to her friends. At dahil gusto kong lumabas para makipaglaro sa mga bata ay lumapit ako sa kanya para magpaalam.
"Mom I want to play outside." my four years old me said.
"Sure darling. But be careful okay?" she said at tumango ako.
    Bitbit ang laruang manika ay tatakbo ako palabas ng bahay namin. Nakita ko ang mga batang masayang naglalaro ng patintero. Actually, that was my first time na lumabas ng bahay.
"Can I play with you?" i asked them.
"Ano raw?" nagtatakang tanong ng batang lalaki.
"Hindi ko maintindihan english kasi e." sagot naman ng isa pang bata na babae.
    I left my doll sa tabi ng gate namin. I was wearing my pink dress and white shoes that time. Wala akong pakialam kung marumihan iyon. I just wanna play with them.
"Pasali ako sabi ko." matinis ang aking boses.
"Sige. Basta wag kana mag-english ha? Ang pangalan ko ay Tristan. Siya naman si Phoebe pinsan ko."
   Tumango ako sa kanila.
"Ako si Aires Becker. So paano magralo nyan?" tanong ko.
    Tinuruan nila ako kung paano ang patintero at sobrang saya ko nang matutunan ko iyon. I was enjoying that when suddenly, nakaramdam ako ng pagkahilo. And then everything went black.
     And after that day, hindi na ako pinayagang lumabas ng parents ko. That day, my mom rushed me in the hospital. She was crying and worried about me.
"Your daughter have xeroderma pigmentosum which causes extreme irritation from exposure to sun. Pwede pa rin naman siyang lumabas pero gabi lang."
     Walang may gusto ng nangyari. Pero simula nang araw na iyon, nagbago ang lahat. Kinulong ko na lamang ang aking sarili at hindi na lumabas kailanman.
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P.S. This story is inspire with a movie, Midnight Sun.