I Told My Father I Failed the UPCAT… Then I Watched Him Reveal His Real Face

I spent a lot of time staring at my 98.7th percentile score on the day of the UPCAT results.

I then said, “Dad, I didn’t come,” over the phone. I passed out.

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“Get out of the house” was his succinct response.

I didn’t cry or argue. I simply grabbed my suitcase and headed out.

He spent £200,000 on an extravagant celebration for my stepmother’s son, who had just received a passing grade, a week later.

He lifted his wine glass in the middle of the packed hall, and a quiet voice said:

“My son is incredibly talented.” I couldn’t ask for more as a father. It justifies all of my effort.

I just stood immobile and mute at the back of the throng, beneath the stage.

I had a very good cause for lying.

One
My face is illuminated by the screen of my cell phone. 98.7.

The red numbers were too vivid and uncomfortable to look at. My bedroom’s surrounds darkened when I switched off the screen.

I could hear the woman’s shouting and the TV from the living room.

“Chelsea will undoubtedly be in the top leagues,” he declared. We need to put up a big show.

Arturo Reyes, my father, spoke in a happy tone:

“Obviously. My son ought to be a hero and be proud.

My son. I felt as though a needle was piercing my ear with those three words.

A.

I found his phone number and gave him a call. Two rings later, he picked up.

“Hey?His speech had a trace of annoyance.

“The results are out, dad.”

“A few?”

“Dad, I’m down. I became depressed.

From the opposite end of the queue, I could hear his heavy, forceful breath.

Then there was an overwhelming quiet. It took a few seconds before his icy voice could be heard once more:

“Honey, I’m going to feed you, I’m going to take care of you, I’m going to take care of you, I’m going to take care of you, I’m going to take care of you, I’m going to take care of you, I’m going to take care of you, I’m going to take care of you,

“Where should I place my face?”

“You really made me feel ashamed!”

Her voice became louder, verging on tears:

“Avoid returning here. The useless have no place in this house. Leave!”

The call was cut off. The room was silent save for the sound of tut-tut.

I stayed put. I had no feeling in my heart or on my face.

One day after turning eighteen, half a month ago.

When I passed Dad’s library, the door was barely closed.

I heard Celia, my stepmother, say:

Diane is eighteen. When are you going to fix the house her mother left behind? Lala wants to study overseas, perhaps in Canada or Australia, but the expenses there are quite high. Your pay is insufficient.

“It’s a fantastic spot to live in Chicago, and we’ll receive millions if we sell it. We can improve our lives and invest in Lala’s future.

After a brief period of silence, Dad responded:

However, his mother left it for him. His final will and testament made this quite plain.

Celia’s voice became more audible:

Will? What did he know about the law as a child? The Father Is You! You are entitled to make choices on his behalf. Or perhaps you’re still thinking about your deceased spouse rather than Layla?”

Once more, silence. longer. I then heard Arturo sigh:

“Come on, let’s put an end to this conflict. I’ll figure something out. Going to college would be a smart idea with the support of the “SmackDown” squad. One day, people will feel sorry for me.

“I’ll give him the thumbs up if it occurs. There was nothing he could do.

What I heard stunned my entire body.

That’s all. They treated me that way because of this.

That house was my mother’s only recollection when she died young. He had a legal document prepared early on with the assistance of a lawyer because he was afraid that I might be raped.

The house bears my name, but I can’t have complete control over it until I’m eighteen.

They had been longing for this chance.

I returned to my room and shut the door. I no longer have any affection or hope for my “dad.”

I reached for my phone, switched on the voice recorder and concealed it behind a hob at the library door.

I answered the phone the following day. There, they documented their whole strategy, including how to deceive me and falsify the land transfer paperwork.

Papa Sabi ni:

“I’m going to expel him if the outcome shows that he fails. He was aware that his home was essential to his survival. I’ll give him some money if he’s hungry and has nowhere to stay; that’s what I really want.

The stain of love is absent. Mercy does not exist.

I stored that recording on cloud storage and in several folders. It’s time now.

I got up and switched on the light. My wardrobe was small enough to fit in a suitcase.

I organised my belongings, including what was in the drawer underneath. A tiny wooden box.

A copy of the will and a photo of my mother were present. The lawyer had the original. I also discovered the land’s title. My mother had been searching for me for a while, but I had no idea where I was.

I packed everything in my suitcase. In addition to my ATM card, ID, and birth certificate. A few thousand pesos that were saved from past birthdays and Christmases are there. That’s sufficient.

I shut the suitcase’s zipper. It’s hilarious that I can still hear them laughing in the living room as they celebrate Lala’s “victory.”

I paused when I reached the door. For the final time, I returned to what they refer to as “home.” I no longer feel regret.

The chilly night air welcomed me as I stepped outside. I didn’t turn around.

I promise to reclaim everything that is rightfully mine when I return. Another interest exists.

Two
I strolled beneath the lampposts with my suitcase.

It was vibrating on my phone. Aunt Susan sent a message.

I’ve been preparing a sandwich, honey. When will you arrive here?”

My mother’s closest friend was Aunt Susan. She has been the only person who genuinely cares about me since my mother vanished.

“Tita, papunta na po ako” is an example of nag-reply.

I visited Aunt Susan’s Mandaluyong condo. My heart fell when I peered out the window at the city lights.

Anger and sadness are absent. It’s merely a firm position.

The vehicle came to a stop in front of the structure. After giving the driver my money, I entered the lobby.

On the fifth floor was Aunt Susan. As soon as he saw me, he opened the door.

“Dianne! What took place? “What is the purpose of your suitcase?”

“Auntie, are you able to spend a few days here?Silently, she enquired.

Aunt Susan grabbed my suitcase and brought me in right away.

“Oh my god! This might be it! It’s Passover. “Arturo, will you give me a bit of meat?”

His eyes were filled with empathy.

I gave a headshake. “I was expelled by him.”

I handed him his message, “Get out,” along with the call log.

Aunt Susan shuddered with rage. “How unfortunate this man is! How did he accomplish that?”

He poured me a cup of hot tea and set me down.

“Auntie is here, so don’t worry. What precisely took place? Is it due to the exam results?”

I gave a nod. “I told him I was in trouble.”

Auntie furrowed her brow.

“It is not possible. How could that be? You’re such a bright youngster.

I looked directly at Auntie and said, “Auntie, I plan this.”

I then used my phone to play the recording.

Aunt Susan went white when she heard Arturo and Celia’s cold-blooded schemes.

He was silent for a while after the recording, and then he sighed, tears welling up in his eyes.

“Your mother chose the wrong man.” “I’m sorry you have to go through this, Dianne.”

I took hold of Auntie’s hand. “I’m not having any problems, Auntie. I’m simply carrying out my duties.

Aunt’s expression changed from sympathy to admiration.

“Well done, boy. You must have courage. You’re more intelligent than your dad.

He got to his feet. “Remain here; I’ll help you.” Simply state what you require.

I’m tumango.

“I need you to keep my secret, Auntie. Keep my presence a secret from everyone.

“I might need to assist you with a drama over the coming days.”

Aunt Susan didn’t think twice. “No issue.”

I followed him to the guest room. Not large, but neat and orderly.

“Go for a rest. Don’t start by thinking about everything. You have a foundation in the world, even if it is collapsing.

I could smell the new washing blankets as I lay on the bed. I had never felt so at ease since moving away from home.

However, I am aware that this is not the moment to give up. The program has only just started.

I woke up by myself the following day. Breakfast for Aunt Susan was prepared.

I asked him to leave after supper.

I visited a sizable computer facility and accessed the university’s official website. I typed in my password and application number.

score of 98.7 percentile. It is ranked 89th in the country.

I took a screenshot, printed ten copies, and carefully placed them in a brown envelope.

I then took all of my meagre funds to the bank.

At last, I made a phone call.

When my mother was alive, she trusted this attorney—Atty. Santos.

The attorney responded.

“Atty. Yes, Dianne poito, Santos.

Attorney. Santos spoke in a composed tone:

Yes, Dianne. I do recall you. How can I assist?”

“I’m eighteen, Atty. It’s time to reclaim mine.

Three days went by. I was busy meeting with Atty. while Papa and Celia were celebrating Lala’s achievement. Santos.

“Are you certain about this, Dianne?”Atty. Santos as he examined the proof I provided. “These accusations are grave. We can reclaim the title without having to deal with this issue any longer.

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I gave a small smile, but my eyes showed no signs of happiness. “They did more than simply drive me home. Both my mother’s memory and my dignity were taken by them. I want to witness them as their perception of them gradually deteriorates.

On the day of Lala’s great celebration, it was precisely 6:00 p.m.

It took place in a pricey hotel. I entered the hallway wearing a plain white dress that Aunt Susan had purchased. Due to the crowd and the loud music, nobody first saw me.

Dad stood with the microphone in the center of the stage. Beside her were Lala, who looked like a princess in her gown, and Celia, who was covered in jewels.

“We celebrate my daughter Lala’s future tonight,” Papa said. She passed college thanks to her intelligence, and she will soon be studying overseas!”

The audience cheered. I moved to the front of the stage before I could finish.

“Daddy,” I yelled loudly.

Everything came to a halt. Dad turned around, and the moment he saw me, his smile turned to loathing.

“Dianne? Why are you in this place? I told you not to come, didn’t I?He yelled loudly enough for every guest to hear.

Celia came closer, her eyes growing wide. “You came here after embarrassing your father with your rudeness, which is why your face is so thick! Safety! Get this child out!”

I held out my mobile phone, which was plugged into the hall’s Bluetooth system—a favour Aunt Susan had previously done for the technician—and said, “Wait a minute.”

The music abruptly ceased. The hotel’s speakers reverberated with a voice.

“Di jure? What did he know about the law as a child? The Father Is You! I’ll give him the go-ahead if that occurs. You have the right to make decisions for yourself. There was nothing he could do.

My father was taken aback by his location. Celia paled and started shaking. Some guests started complaining, while others had already taken out their phones to record.

4
“What is that? “Kill me!He screamed, but it was too late.

The next sound was her own voice:

“I’m going to throw him out. I’ll give him some money, and I’m sure he’ll do what I want.”

I met his gaze directly. “Have I not been astounded? So in order to get me to sign the transfer of Mama’s house into your name, you threw me out?”

“Stop, Dianne!My dad was going to scream at me, but Atty. He appeared next to me out of nowhere, and Santos blocked him.

“Mr. I am Dianne’s attorney, Reyes. Santos spoke gravely. “We have proof that a minor who is now of legal age had their property attempted to be monopolised and deceived. There’s also another.

I took the envelope and a copy of the exam results from my luggage. I gave it to the closest guest, a well-known businessman and Papa’s acquaintance.

Sabi Ko, “Homeless Neo Pio.”

“Dianne Reyes,” the man read out loud. 98.7 percentile score on the UPCAT. Rank 89 in the country.

People were becoming increasingly perplexed. “Rank 89? “What a whiz that boy is!”What caused your father to depart?”It’s avaricious!”

I turned to face Layla, who was currently in tears. Did you not say you were finished, honey?However, the records we have show that you failed to even earn a passing grade. “Celia used Dad’s money, which was meant to cover my tuition, to fabricate your “passing” result.”

Zelda protested, “That’s not true,” but it was too late.

I went up to my dad. “Dad, I’m really smart,” you stated earlier. “My son is awesome, he’s so smart.” I know all of your scents before you totally ruin me, which makes me intelligent.

Attorney. Santos released a document. “This is a notice of eviction. Mr. Reyes, I am giving you 24 hours to vacate the property because it has been established in the spirit of the law that Dianne owns the house in Makati and that there was an attempted break-in. He is with his son and wife.

My dad took a seat on the platform. Within ten minutes, her “dream life” and “perfect life” disappeared.

“Dianne… Daughter… Let’s talk,” my father murmured sympathetically.

I ignored him. “Mr. Reyes, we have nothing to discuss. You declined? “Café khỏi nhà tao” means “Get out of my house” in English. I will simply return those remarks to you.

The crowd applauded me instead of Lala, and I walked out of the hall with a proud expression on my face.

I was at last free, even though it was a chilly night.

5
I was standing in front of our Makati home’s gate one day following the hotel scenario. It is now my house rather than “our home.”

A white van pulled up. With their eyes closed, Celia and Lala emerged carrying black plastic bags filled with trash that contained their garments.

Since they had all purchased them with money they had stolen from Mama’s fund, they had no valuables with them. Attorney. Santos stopped them from removing anything that wasn’t theirs.

Celia knelt on the pavement and begged, “Dianne, you seem to have mercy.” “Where are we heading? There is nowhere for us to stay!”

I stared at him emotionlessly. “Auntie, you have a place to stay. You assumed you were unaware that you had secretly purchased a tiny flat in the country. You have to start over there.

The final person to emerge was Dad. In a single night, he appeared to be ten years old. The only item I was permitted to bring with him was an old photo album that he was holding.

“Son,” he trailed off, “Dianne.” “Pardon me, please. I was rendered blind. I pondered.

“Do you think I’ll be so impolite?He cut me off. “Dad, saying “sorry” won’t make up for the suffering you caused me. You believed I was impolite, so you tossed me out in the middle of the night. I want to give you an opportunity to feel what I’m feeling.

But I’m still your dad, Dianne!With a sense of desperation, she sobbed.

With a bitter smile, I grinned. “A parent does not exchange his blood for cash. A father does not discard his child like trash. Arturo Reyes, you no longer have a child named Dianne as of right now.

I shut the door. Steel pounding was like the last dot in a long chapter of agony.

Six
It was two months later.

I was in the center of the University of the Philippines campus. I was eager to begin my first semester of school. “I don’t require my father’s funds.

With the assistance of Atty. Santos, I was able to get back all of Mama’s savings and insurance, which covered my whole schooling and more.

My phone rang. Aunt Susan has some news.

Arturo is currently employed as an agent, but no one wants to do business with him longer due to the embarrassment of the party.

The difficulties of living in their tiny house force Celia and Lala to argue every day. They constructed a “perfect family” on top of my life, but it has totally fallen apart.

I inhaled deeply, enjoying the warmth of the sun and the clean air. I put my mother’s photo in my bag and threw it away.

“I have everything back, Mom. Your recollection is safeguarded.

I was no longer the frightened child cowering in the dark by the time I made it to my first session. I’m Dianne Reyes, the young woman who, despite what they believed to be a “wreck,” had long soared above all of them.

Hurt isn’t the only reason for revenge. Living a happy, prosperous life free from people who wish to undermine you can sometimes be the most agonising reward.