February 15, 1992
Saturday
It is my 12th birthday today, and we'll celebrate it. Sam and I are preparing a simple celebration in our home with just us and our family. Since it's Saturday, we have no classes but we have modules to finish. I was done with my homework and now I began to prepare for our dinner. I cooked carbonara with a hint of basil since basil is my favorite herb and carbonara is my favorite dish. Sam on the other hand is helping me with the table sets as I told him that he's too young to use a knife. Mother has thought us to when we were a tiny Toddler how to cook and how to taste ingredients. "How was it, Zack?" Sam asked. "It was good." I said.
"Can I have a taste?"
"Maybe later." I said. Sam was pissed for the fact that I didn't let him taste the food. We prepared the food and waited for our mother and father to return, but they informed us through a telephone call that they can't celebrate with us because of work. I was honestly not prepared to hear that. I was saddened for the fact that I only wanted a simple celebration, but not my father or my mother was present in the moment. Or are they engaged with their own son's special day. "Looks like it's just the two of us." I said. "What about mom and dad?" He replied. "We just have to celebrate without them." I sadly replied. So, we celebrated and went to sleep.
On a Sunday morning, we went to church and that was the only time when our parents are not engaged with their work life as a scientist on a chemical research facility just a few blocks away from our home. Mother apologized for not being there for me when I needed them. I told them it's alright, as long as we can go to church together, that's fine by me. Sam and I prepare ourselves for we need the mass will start at 8 in the morning. We woke up 6 in the morning and dad prepared a toast with English style scrambled egg. We showered, then brushed our teeth and we went on the back seat of the car. Mom usually sits in the front while dad is on the driver's seat. We drive to the church, and I can't help but noticed that it's a modern style church with a giant metal cross in the middle. And on that cross lies the golden cup and wine that the priest is keeping for his masses.
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