Unopened boxes are mysteries. At least to me, they are. There is a promise waiting inside – a promise of happiness or disappointment. It’s like magic waiting to happen… waiting for the proper revelation. The right person opens boxes; I am one of the right persons.More
Grocery Shopping with a Grouchy Little Sister
She did it again. My sister, I mean. After recently burying a misunderstanding with me, another one at its worst emerges from the ashes. Should I adjust again? Should I just concede and compromise because I’m older and because I’m supposed to be the “wiser” one?More
I was conscious about my figure.
I still am.
I just couldn’t stop worrying about how I look.
That’s why I work-out.More
It’s so nice to hear
People talking about you
Especially when the things you hear
Are the things you want to hearMore
I fixed him coffee – hot and aromatic – just the way he likes it. I seriously hope that he will like it because last time, I screwed up on the coffee – creamer ratio. If such happens, he doesn’t drink the whole cup; sometimes, he just doesn’t drink it at all even after inhaling a lungful of that soothing caffeinated aroma that he is so addicted to. I mean, who turns down coffee just because it isn’t made as creamy or as sweet as preferred? He will only drink it all the way down if I got the ratios right.
That’s my husband – a man who is very particular with his wants and needs. He knows what he prefers and he is specific with all the things he chooses.
Even with me, his wife.
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Lazy, irresponsible, insensitive, snob, diva…
Few words they throw to define her.
Of all people, she hears it from her family – her so-called family.
Sometimes she would think that she doesn’t belong to that family.
They’re “too good” to get along with the likes of her.
She wonders why they are of her own kind and of her own blood.
It is easy to disown her, it seems.More
It’s our last meal for the day
– the last remaining scraps of meat from yesterday’s hunt. It was Him who caught this animal with horns. I don’t know what it’s called; He knows its name. It’s not like it matters whether I know what we’re eating or not. What is the value of my knowing? Only He has the right to know.
He has been trying so hard to find more food for us. I almost felt guilty for licking the last bits of meat. Those scraps were the only ones left from his hunt. I know it is more difficult for him to hunt now because of this strange weather. Every animal seems to have hidden behind the thickness of this white sheath from the sky. This sheath is lovely to look at, but it deprives us so.
She scolds me
She yells at all timesMore
You used to be my rock
His words took flight
Gave you a fright
Fought with your might
And lost the fight.
You couldn’t stand
Your feet couldn’t Lift you
He was your strength
But he’s abandoned you.
Where’s the love
you claimed to be self-less?
He was your life
The very air you breathed
But he flew away
You were to stay
Will he come back?
One day, perhaps
Years and years
But he’s gone
You ceased to be
Your mind’s a mess
Will you return
And be the best?
Come back to us
If only for us
Be the light that you are
Be our once shining star.
Maybe one day
When you’re light’s so bright.
He’ll come back.
Have you tried going in-between your parents’ word fight?
I have… many times.More