Quiet downfall
Shit is hitting the fan.
I wish we could go back to simpler times when our house was a bungalow with two mango trees in the backyard.
When our sala was filled with hardbound law school books and we were taking turns in using our typewriter.
Our vacations are in simple beach resorts in the South, and we were mostly contented with barbecue and coke for dinner.
We rejoiced holidays and took advantage of discounts. We held our dreams to our hearts and knew that we may have felt small but we were among the people.
No one held office, all were humble employees and regular citizens. We talked about politics as spectators, not peers. The most power we've held was us kids exhibiting our academic excellence in school.
It's almost astounding how we all eventually held power in the background, despite not being as prominent as the current families we see on TV.
How ironic that we thought our power lies in being unremarkable, how our collective decision shaped our country without anyone knowing.
And it is indeed ironic because as much as we had gotten far not needing the gratitude of people in the contributions we made, I am left to sit in the quietest downfall of power in the history of our family.
No one to rally for us, no one to defend us; even those who greatly benefited from us, just us left to face the consequences of our actions.