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Day 56: Something you did as a child that other people remember you for. (x)
When I was a little girl, I used to insist on being called “Baby Jonnah”. I don’t know why but I refused to be called just “Jonnah”. I reveled in being the youngest of the bunch, I guess. I was the darling of my family. I was considered the most talented, the brightest of all the children in my family because of the manifestation of my proficiency in English at such a young age, my hardworking and mature persona, et cetera. I liked thinking I was special because I’ve never felt that I was. I’m not, really.
Also, most of my mother’s old work friends always remember me as the girl who sang. As did most of my relatives. As do. I loved showing off my singing when I was younger - it’s something I’ve carried in to adolescence. I loved hoarding the kareoke machine during family gatherings (not so much now because… eh). I would love choosing Celine Dion or Whitney Houston songs because I could reach the high notes well, unlike everyone else who would crack. I’ve always been remembered for my voice, even if it’s nothing special. I mean, I’ve met some people who knew me in high school and the first reaction is almost always like this: “Diba ikaw yung laging kumakanta? (Aren’t you the one who always sings?)” I wasn’t exactly a “child”. I was more of a tween or something back then. But yeah. That.
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