"Mom, can you get that for me please?" I asked my mom while looking patiently at the ceiling.
The room was filled with unpleasantly-pleasant atmosphere. The walls are white and it has a wide sliding window.
Gosh, I didn't know my IV would hurt like this. I feel like my left hand is numb or was I just feeling this? Is this just all in my head? Again?
"'San mo nilagay yung cellphone mo, anak?" tanong ng mama ko na busy kakahanap ng cellphone ko.
"Wala ba diyan sa bag mo, ma? Nakalimutan ko kasi saan ko inilagay yun. Baka nasa bag mo o 'di kaya nasa backpack. Binigay ko kasi yun kanina kay Ate Jessa 'ma eh." I replied to my mom.
I was also getting curious where did I put my cellphone. I probably misplaced it but I clearly remember I gave it to Ate Jessa. I don't get it why I keep forgetting things that easily.
Palagi nila akong inaasar dahil ang bata bata ko pa daw pero ang dali-dali ko lang makalimutan ang mga bagay bagay lalong-lalo na ang mga ganitong pangyayari. On the other hand, it is so weird that I will forget easily this kind of happening but I cannot forget an embarrassing scene of my life that I wanted to bury it quickly in a grave for the rest of my life. Ugh. So annoying.
"Oh, eto lang pala anak." sabi ni mama na napapitlag sa akin sabay bigay ni mama sa cellphone ko.
"Saan mo nakita ma?" I asked while looking at my mom intently.
My mom laughed. "Andito lang pala talaga sa bag ko anak. Kay hirap hirap hanapin pero andito lang pala sa maliit kong bag." sabi ni mama sa akin.
Sabay kaming napatawa sa nangyari. My mom stared at me for a minute. We both sighed.
My mom hugged me like I am going to run away. Like, in a split second, I might get out of her sight. That hug meant a lot of emotions. Longing, crying for help, begging, and sadness.
I felt a tear on my shoulder. I hear my mom's soft sobs. I know she's crying and my heart pierced when I heard her soft sobs. The louder sobs she's controlling. She's been fighting so hard to not be weak. Atleast for me. For us. For our family.
She didn't wanted to let me feel that she's weak because she knows that they're the only ones I'm holding. The strength and energy that I need. I need them and also God. I know all of this happens for a reason. God knows this will be good for me. I guess. Sometimes, I can accept it but there are times that I don't understand why.
That maybe I'm an unlucky.
