Story of You & Me

Me

Saturday
3rd of Oct.

Dear You,

The doctor said that I will be starting my rehab with my physical therapist this Monday. I'm excited and at the same time afraid. What if I can't walk anymore? What would I do?

If I was not here I will be at my job the whole day and am excited to see you that day. You see, I know that you are a regular at our cafe. Every Saturday you came sometimes with your friends, sometimes with your mother and sister or sometimes just you.

I can recite your favorite food in our cafe even if my eyes are closed. Mocha latte in coffee while club sandwich with extra ham and bacon with no onions and tomato. My coworkers Jen and Alice would argue on who will serve you in your favorite seat on the right side of the cafe close to the window.

Me? I was at the kitchen helping our cook Ms. Betsy and looking for an excuse to be near the counter just to have a glance at you then my day would be complete.

Saturday for me is a hectic day because I worked from 8am to 6 pm. Before that, I have to wake up early to prepare breakfast for the kids at HH. After my work, I will be again headed to HH and worked with Sister Ana with the papers at her small office. After an hour, I will be heading to my small room on the 2nd floor of the house.

With the children of HH, I am bonded with them, not by blood but I loved them nonetheless. It saddened me that sometimes we fell apart one after another because someone will be adopted. It is sad at the same time a happy moment when someone from the kids got adopted and will have a family that will love them and cares for them.

I'm not afraid for the kids to be adopted because I know that they will not be abused and be neglected because the family that will be adopting are screened thoroughly and sometimes we do an unannounced inspection to the family who adopted them. So far, all the kids who are adopted are happy and no one got abused or anything.

Me, I don't know my parents or where I came from. No one adopted me. I wonder why? When I looked at the mirror and scrutinized my looks, I saw a girl looking back with an average height (5'5), fair complexion, shoulder-length brunette straight hair, thin eyebrows, big green eyes, button nose, small lips, and pointed jaw. It screams average to me. Not ugly but not attractive either. Just average.

The nuns and kids at HH said otherwise. They say that I'm pretty, they always complimented me about my hair and my eyes. They said that my eyes are my best asset not to mention that I am brainy and sexy. Pff! I will not call my self sexy, it's just I'm not fat but not skinny either. Just average.

If they said things to me like these, why don't you notice me? I know I'm not pretty and I know that we're poles apart in looks but anyone can wish or dream, right? They said the opposite do attracts right? Does this mean I have a chance with you too?

From
Me