A FORTNIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS DAY

I was supposed to write an entry sixteen days earlier today, exactly a month before Christmas Day. But fate unfortunately became uncooperative: I caught a viral infection that day, was confined in the hospital for two days, and was under the weather for barely two weeks; hence this late post, now just two weeks to go before the 25th of December.

As sad as my situation was, I believe I should not let it take away the enthusiasm that I felt toward what I really wanted to share -- that my father's absence on Christmas Day finally ended last year. Now that our family is complete, I'm sure our Christmas celebration every year will be as fulfilling as it should be. With that, I don't think I will be wishing for any Christmas gifts anymore.

SO TRUE!



Got this off a book I stumbled on in a bookstore the other day. Yeah, hooray for books with no plastic cover that always pick my curiousity! I did not take note of the book's title, but I'm quite sure the author's a Filipino. Just thought of sharing it here.

 

Whaddaya say?

MINKY CHRISTMAS... NO MORE

This is Minky a few days before we bid him goodbye, guiltily so, I must say. Starting from keeping him out of the house as much as possible these past months, we ended up with a bitter decision to “set him free” for good. I bet my sister was glad that she took these photos – our three-year-old Minky’s ultimate mementos. Well, I won’t say I wasn't glad either.

I still miss having him around. In fact, I dreamed of him finding his way back home last night. My sister says she had the same dream, too. And though my brother doesn’t say anything – except for saying “bye bye, Minky!” before leaving the house for work like what he used to –, I know he misses his only “bro” as well.

I just hope Minky’s okay wherever he is. And that he knows I’m sorry for what I did.