Whenever I say I would like to visit my parents, my husband willing comes and drives for me. I appreciate that.
Tart, hindi yan.
Eto.
I picked these oranges from the tree papa planted.
Edmund makes usyoso the other nichos. Baka magalit yung mga kaluluwa. Iniistorbo nya. Pagka iyan biglang magsalita “hoy, ikaw, anong tinitingin-tingin mo dyan. Tsupi!!!
I really do miss my parents. They made a lot of sacrifices for me and my siblings. They were dedicated and focused, selfless. When I was a lot younger I didn’t appreciate them much. I found them too strict and always breathing down my neck. Same thing my children think of me.
The older I get, the more I realize and accept that there was nothing they did me wrong. They were my parents and they had a job to perform. Starting with nothing, they created something and gave us a decent life. Sent us through college. And provided us with what they could afford, and even left behind some things. I remember encouraging them to sell their properties and spend the money for themselves. Go to Lourdes, Vatican, etc. But you cannot underestimate the generosity of parents to their children. They don’t think of themselves. Their personal dreams are transformed the minute they become parents. Their minds are now preoccupied with what they want for their children. Their lives are no longer about themselves. They think, move, breathe, live, survive, for the purpose of making sure their children live healthy, safe, educated, successful.
I wish they were still here to see us. I hope somehow they’re happy with how we all turned out. Not extremely fantastic I guess. Not the ideal children that brought home medals and plaques (except for Kuya Junior and Kuya Lito).
But we all turned out to be good people. And that I think even in a small way is an achievement.
