Being a daughter of a soldier has never been an easy thing to live with. Other teens my age see me as someone to fear, not just because my mother is in the army, but also because they believe that I would fight back because I have the genes of a warrior. They even see me as a privileged person because I receive special treatment from the government since my mom happens to serve the country. Some even go as far as envying me.
Now, I know that what my mother does is her duty to the country, but still, my situation is not something to be envied of. Everyday, I come home to our house, hoping that my mom has come and will tell me she is not going to leave me again. It’s difficult to live with the idea of your mother and the possibility of her never coming back. Yet, I have to.
There was even a time when I got into a hit-and-run accident. Good thing the driver was not really driving that fast. Turns out he was just learning how to drive. But he hit me and I was injured, and we had to hire an injury lawyer so that my hospitalization could be compensated.
All the time I was in that situation, my mother never knew about it. She cried when she finally did, and I was already okay then. I told her there was nothing to worry because our relatives and the lawyer was a very big help.
It is a good thing that I have friends who are in the same situation as I am. All our parents or at least one of them, are out in the battlefield. We live in the same neighborhood and we have the housing programs for soldiers to thank for. This is not a compulsory thing. This is just an option for those soldiers who wish that their family be in a location where access is easier. Also, we never were really financially well before my mother joined the army so this was like a bonus for us. The houses in the program are well constructed. As soldiers risk their lives for the country, they expect the people they leave their families behind to provide utmost safety and security for the love ones they had to leave.
My friends, who are also daughters and sons of soldiers, are grateful for how we are all treated here in the area. While we all agree that none of us wanted this luxury for all we wished was that we had our parents with us, we are still thankful for the care they provide us.
I don’t mean to be selfish when I said I wished my mother won’t go back to her duties, someday. But it is an honest dream. After all, life is so much relaxed and happier if you have your loved ones nearby. But it really does not mean I hate where I am today. In fact, when I finish school, I plan to train for the army as well. It’s just a matter of serving and giving back what has been given to me and my family. It may be a lonely path to take, but it is a brave and humble path, nonetheless.