In other’s people’s eyes, he’s lovely. For me, I love him so much. I really loved him. Every day before he left for work, We said we love each other. At midday, we’d text to see if the other had … Continue reading
“Write page three of your autobiography” Chapter One – Where is Father? Page one: Wednesday child is full of woe, so the saying goes, but life itself is full of woes. I was born on a Wednesday…. Page two: What’s wrong with this baptismal picture? Mother is carrying me, she is so beautiful…. Where is Father…? Page three: The house I lived in Davao City, Philippines. It’s a beautiful big house and darkness envelopes my little brain. Dark and alone in the mezzanine, I was looking down at the wooden bars. Can’t see what’s down below but I can see myself sitting on the wooden flooring. A doll in my arm made of plastic and hairless. One eye missing, the other eye closed as if it’s sleeping with long black lashes. The arms are movable as well as the legs. The head can turn 360 degrees around just like the head of the girl in horror show Exorcist. It’s a hand me down doll from my other six sisters, I am the youngest amongst the girls. Why am I alone in the dark? Have I just woken up or am I sick? Where is everybody, yet I silently sit in the dark, not a whimper came out from my innocent lips? Another image: I was standing at the foot of the bed starring in excitement at this small baby lying in the middle of a humongous bed. My youngest brother, he is Brother Number 6. Brother 4 and Brother 5 were standing beside me. I was suffering from a cold and mucous. Being sick, I have to stay away from a newly born baby. Mother does not want the baby to catch my colds. A mucous started dripping from my nose. I stuck my tongue out, curled it upwards and licked the slippery white substance to clean off the upper part of my lips. It’s salty and thick. Where is Father? “Lady, I’m lonely. Come and stay with me.” Grandma asked. I obeyed Grandma’s request for I was terrified of her. I climbed into her coffin. One of my legs is already in the coffin and Father showed up. “Lady, go home. Mother needs you.” Then I woke up. Father came to visit me, in my dream.
Pick the best pictures from your 2012 and have those pictures tell everyone about your year Memories, pressed between the pages of my mind. These are what matters to me in 2012. From life to death. New Year should always start with new beginnings, a new life. But year 2012 stared with someone dear to me being called back Home. Not just dear friends but dear companions, the Cats in my life. Angels I call them now. From sorrow to joy, with the birth of my nephew’s son, this is a delightful surprise. Baby James is a new life and a beautiful beginning for the year 2013 not just for me but for everyone in my family. Shalom Aleichem. To Life!