It's 2.45pm. I'm waiting for 4pm so we can go and bring Mama to the airport for her flight to the Philippines. Her vacation.
I'll have the house to myself for about two weeks. I have lots to do: pay and mail bills, start her car every other day, take out the trash every Mondays and Wednesdays, retrieve the dry cleaned couch covers on Wednesday, water the plants inside and outside the house, and of course, still go to school and church. ;)
This is like the every other times in the past that I've been alone. But hey, at least this time I can go to Tita and Tito's place right across ours. I'll be sleeping in their place and go back here in the morning. And on the 12th, a holiday, I'll spend the day cleaning this house for Thanksgiving prep and finish up another lab report due on that Wednesday. I'll be procrastinating, I'm sure. So I'll be busy, keeping myself busy.
Although it makes me sad that Mama will be alone on Christmas. It makes me grit my teeth, but that's just how we are. Maybe, in a few more years I'll get used to it... Maybe. I'm too old to be crying and stuff anyway :) Yeah right. I'll never be too old. I just think sometimes, what if they're not there anymore? What would it be like without their phonecalls, emails, greetings? Or when you answer the phone expecting to hear their voice but it's someone else? Or setting up a family reunion without them in it, ever? They're no more. Just nothingness. That would suck. It bothers me.
