first love: invitation

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It was end of December 2007; I was in my final years of my college, completing my 22nd winter on this earth. In manila, winter had already reached. Foggy mornings and dew drops on the grasses made me nostalgic. That day was Sunday, so I was lazily turning the newspapers and was reading the headlines and sipping a hot cup of tea. Mom was in the kitchen and dad went to market.
The door bell ranged.
Mom asked me to open the door; probably the newspaper man has come for the monthly bill.
I went downstairs only to find a middle aged person, probably of 40years and a lady in her late thirties stood at the door.
The person asked me whether my mom was at home or not. I nodded affirmatively.
He introduced himself as a friend of my mom.
I ushered them inside and they rested themselves in the drawing room.
My mom came to drawing room and was astonished to see them.
She exclaimed ---"After long time, vir, what is the news. And this is your wife rose? Good to see you both. After a very very long time"
I came to know, vir was my mom's good friend. He has a sister name eyowin.It was the marriage ceremony of his younger sister. During their talks I came to know their daughter was still unmarried and they were searching for a perfect groom for their daughter.
They all lived in their ancestral house in macaopao. interior in cagayan de ore region. My mom's was a interior designer; my parents live before also in the same village that how there friendship grow strong . Also I came to know i was born at their , few years after, probably 2 years after my birth, my mom's friend gave birth to their female child, the daughter of vir.
My mom told me stories, how her friend daughter, whom every one used to call arwin, used to play with me.
My mom and dad shifted to manila when I was five years old, so I have no memories of my baby days, what I used to do with arwin.
But my mom told me, arwin was very, very naughty, and used to love me very much, as I was the only person who was in her age. She used to take me to the mango orchards, used to take me with her to every place she went. I was like her baby doll, with whom she used to play a lot.
In village,
My mom and dad accepted their invitation to be present for the wedding of their younger sister.

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