Month: April 2015

A room with a view

What’s the best thing to do during summer vacation when you’re not out on the beach? Reading, of course! Travel vicariously through books. I just finished reading “Harriet Beamer Takes the Bus” on Kindle and it has stirred in me a longing to go out and travel once more. Harriet is a 70+ year old widow who lost a bet to her daughter-in-law. As a consequence, she had to sell her house, pack her bags, and live with her son and daughter-in-law. She decided, however, to take the long route going to their place. She wanted to see the world, and so she traveled from Philadelphia to California via land transportation. And traveling she did, while adding more salt and pepper shakers to her collection. I had imagined the luxurious hotel rooms where Harriet stayed as well as the tourist spots she had visited. The story was beautifully written that I felt like I was with her all the way, hearing her conversations, feeling her emotions, seeing everything in her own eyes. But there is …

My Father’s a Drama King

I am the youngest in the brood of four and it is my turn now to look after our aging father. After my sister and her family migrated to the US last year, one of my brothers moved into my father’s house with his wife and daughter, and they had been the one to care for my father’s needs since then. I thought I would relieve him of the responsibility of caring for our aging father for at least a couple of weeks. My sister and my eldest brother thought that would be beneficial to our father, too, especially that his health seems to continue to deteriorate. We agreed that a change in atmosphere would do him good and that would give our brother time to recharge as well. Before my father came, my girls and I were very excited and did our best to make the house ready for him. I bought stuff that were supposed to help him feel comfortable and my sister and her daughter helped finance my project. I have tried to prepare …

Unlocked

She couldn’t help but remember some ugly childhood memories that she thought she had already forgotten. She’s 37 now and it must have been 33 years ago when the incidents took place. All of a sudden, she recalled everything vividly like they just happened yesterday. Surprisingly, the two scenarios involved a certain man called Occa, one of their neighbors at their old house in Manila. The memories shook her so hard that she just started crying. Wrath enveloped her, wishing the man and his sons dead. “Why men like him had to live and were even allowed to have a family of their own is beyond me!” she thought indignantly. Being a Christian, she knew that she’s not in the position to question God’s purposes and it’s wrong to wish for someone to die, but she did it anyway. If cancer was only up to stage 4, she hoped that they would all die of cancer in stage 10 or so. She realized that she has never openly talked about one of the incidents–the more gruesome one–to anyone, …