Memories of My Childhood

I don’t know why but for some reason, I’m becoming sensitive about things or situations that remind me of my childhood. Memories of my childhood keep coming back.

I was eating oranges last night when all of a sudden images of my mom peeling off an orange and carefully removing the veins and placing the pieces on a plate flashed into my mind.
When I was sick, she gave me oranges, telling me that those were good for my body and that they contained vitamin C.
Pag meron akong lagnat, she would tell my father “lumuwas ka ng Maynila, bumili ka ng Sunkist”. Minsan pag walang Sunkist, she would give me the dalandan or dalanghita. Ganun din, isa isa nyang tatalupan at isusubo sa akin. At times she would scold me for not opening my mouth kasi ang asim.

I missed her, and my father. They were loving and caring. Although they were always getting angry at us because they were always stressed out earning a living, there was no doubt that they truly loved us.

Pag meron akong trangkaso, they were there by my side. Giving me kalamansi juice, aspilet, lugaw. Giving me a warm bath. Closing all windows and covering me with blanket, para daw pawisan at mawala ang lagnat.

I could still remember the darkness in our bedroom. Beams of light streaming from window gaps.

Ganun pala, kahit matanda na ako, I still miss the warm embrace of my parents. Their reassuring nods and touches on my forehead gave Annie the little girl comfort that everything would be alright. That I would feel better in a few days or weeks.
I wish life is that simple. When something goes wrong, all we need is a warm embrace and whoala our problems and stresses disappear.

I couldn’t control my emotions while thinking of my childhood. I just feel emotional this morning. My tears just flowed. I had to stop what I was doing to go to my bathroom and just let it all out. I don’t know. Is this the onset of pagiging ulyanin? Memories of the past becoming more vivid than the present.