Finally, my life slowly returned to normalcy after 23 days. It all started when my daughter Paola made it to the CBS reality show Big Brother wherein the casts live 24/7 within the quarters provided by the production until they get evicted.
All of the 16 contestants composed originally of 8 males and 8 females vying for $500,000 share common areas in “The House.” Total privacy is annihilated.
Every week, a house guest is nominated to get evicted through a majority vote.
To dispel the votes away from the target, either you lie low to stay out of the radar or play a scheming social game. The weaker and stronger players get the adverse attention.
I subscribed to the live feeds to see what my daughter was up to as much as I could as the last time I saw her was in February. I would check the live feeds intermittently and my delight in seeing her whenever the production camera put her on the spot consumed me.
However, somberness and abhorrence were welling up as I witnessed backstabbing, trickery and deception loomed over the house.
Never mind the fact that a 97-pound girl could be the most eligible target to be put up on the block to gain victory at her expense. It was part of the game. What was harder to swallow was the unraveling of human’s crudeness and rudeness for the money at stake.
I tried harder to avoid watching the live feeds because I felt like flying to LA with a magic broom and wand to shield my daughter from the cretins surrounding her.
Last night, she was evicted from the house. She wanted to stay although she knew she would not last longer in the game. For me, as a mother, it was a huge relief to see her leave.
There is an important lesson and experience that my daughter should relish and cherish from this chapter in her life.
Genuine friendship is tested when you are on the verge of drowning. Donny and Jocasta proved that although the whole Big Brother journey is just a game, true friendship is real. And they never betrayed her even though it meant battling against the mighty majority.
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