Twelfth Hour

His year started still in shock after arriving from the hospital with the rest of his family. His mom had just got stitches from an accident that happened a couple of hours before he turned twenty three.

For the rest of December, his mood was extremely sour. He was bordering between pain and betrayal, his paranoia had created more monsters than he could ever handle. Eventually, he tried to normalize his life at the start of the New Year. He partially suceeded on it; at the same time, he was in the process of improving his relationship with his father.

A month has passed away at least somehow, he and his father's relationship improved a bit. Then one afternoon, while preparing to go to work after incurring tardiness that fateful day, his aunt called his mobile phone.

It was an emergency and it involves his father.

Less than two days, his father passed away and the rift between father and son never had a final closure. His father passed away from cerebral stroke.

Overnight, he became the boss once again. He had to leave the comfort and security of the company he is working with to take once again what his father left. Emotionally unprepared and still reeling from the trauma he got for staying in that same company several months before, in three bitter months, fatigue worn him down.

Penniless and depressed, he surrendered his battle halfway before his next birthday.

Luck came very soon, for opportunites came after him after he accepted the fact that he already lost. Soon, he found himself in another job, a relatively promising career he belongs to right now.

At the same time, a deal was forged between his family and the new masters of the business he once saw. It proved to be disastrous for in less than two months after the enterprise resumed once again, it fell on the ground, never to rise again.

By September the business he saw shortly after graduation until halfway before he became twenty four ceased to exist.

Another big blow to his seemingly tragic year.

October... November... and finally December came and things were relatively quiet in his space.

The vision of a family he was trying to build still remains, while his relationship with his lover proved to be stronger despite the temptations that almost took them apart.

And for all that roller coaster journey in twelve months, he got one victory from the entire experience.

Not only did he able to preserve his and his family's way of life, he was able to ensure almost a year of financial security, provided that things would relatively be easy as he turns another year.

His only wish is for his life is to gain more financial security while having a relatively blissful personal life... as he further prepares himself for unforseen events ahead.

For all the good and the bad times, the bitter and the sweet
despite the fears of having to turn another age once again.


Life is good and there is a reason to celebrate.


In the silence of phankspace.

Happy Birthday... Joms