Now and again, on a hot sunny day in the week end, dad and i would go to Mapua Wharf to cool down.My heart was beating, telling me to not do this. My legs, stiff with fear, wanting me to go to the car.
Sometimes dad forced me to get in the water. He picked me up and threw me into the sea.It didn’t matter how hot the days where the water was always cold.The sea water rose to the top of my head, my lungs gasping for air, my body tried to swim to the top. I didn’t know where the the top or bottom was.