Dear Mommy,
You were too young when you met
dad. I guess both of you were in senior high school by then. You two were very
happy; especially you, Mommy. There is not a boring day to you whenever you are
with him. And obviously, the two of you were in love. It shows. You were glowing!
Every day the two of you have each
other. And when you celebrated your first anniversary, you were the happiest
girl in the entire university! Oh, Mommy! You’ve been wearing such a smile only
you can define what it’s all about. Well, it is your heart that can describe
everything.
Years passed. There were times when
you two had fights. However, none of you gave up. That’s love. Real love. Until
one day, you were freaking out. I guess you were afraid? Uhmmm… No, I guess you
were just excited. You called Dad, you agreed to meet up and talked. I can see the surprise
painted on his face. I am not just sure if like you, Daddy was in absolute
happiness too.
You two were discussing things. I heard
the term “options” and “future”. There were
terms so vague I can’t understand. You were talking about “responsibilities”,
Daddy was just listening. You were crying since then, Mommy. You never stopped
crying. I wish to let you know that I was sad to see you sad and I was hoping
to hear your laughter again. I can see Daddy was always there for you to catch
all of those tears that run down your face. What’s wrong, Mommy? Why can’t you
be happy and wear those smiles again?
One day, you talked with Daddy
again. You said that your decision is final. I didn't really understand the
whole thing, but you were saying you wanted to pursue your plans. That you want
to graduate college and become a doctor. Daddy was just listening, staring at nowhere.
What happened, Mommy? Why aren't you telling me anything? I’m here, willing to
listen if you need me to.
One fine day, you went to a “specialist”.
You have this appointment and I feel so excited since you said it’s for
everybody’s good. The person in white robe, he was carrying with him some
apparatus. I am not sure what they were. They had you in bed. And hey! What is
that, Mommy? Why am I feeling some pains? It’s painful! Help me, Mom! Wait!
After the procedure, you were laying
still in that bed staring at the ceiling. I saw tears running down your cheeks
again. However, I saw a faint smile. Did that really make you happy, Mommy? Well,
I’m glad to finally see you smiling again! I am happy that you are wearing that
smile again, Mommy! I love you and thank you for keeping me and making me a
part of you, even if it didn't take much time. I hope you gave me chance,
Mommy. Chance to make you feel my love for you.
Love,
Your child. Your aborted child.
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