Going through my draft page, I’ve got to read a lot of my past. And from those, I got to relearn things. This piece was written last April 17, 2012. A reminder that never again will I decide based on self-interest. Read on and may you learn something valuable as well.
Last night, I fetched the kids from momi’s house, which is about 500 meters away from our house. We were walking, each with small bags on our shoulders, carrying food, clothes, and toys. I was too tired myself. After arriving from work, I – without delay – tidied up momi’s house. Picked up the kids’ mess. Washed dishes. Swept the floor. Etc. After all the cleaning, we left the place and walked to ours.
We were walking home when an empty tricycle passed by us. I asked the driver to accommodate us. He graciously nodded. Another man hopped in at the back of the driver. And from a distance was his crying son.
“The son is crying because his father left him,” Big Bunso said matter-of-factly. “I also cried when papa left us. Good thing, he is now with us today,” he added.
My then five-year old son remembered everything. Yes, it was last year when husband packed his things in front of Big Bunso. He and my mother had a heated argument.