Summer time is over. We’re experiencing continuous pouring of rain, classes are suspended even offices have closed down. There wasn’t even a typhoon. Climate Change, if you’re going to ask me.
Streets are flooded, and many houses were damaged, worst were washed away by the raging flood. The water must came from the dams who were on their spilling levels already and needed to lessen the amount of the water or else a much more tragic disaster would happen.
Rainy season has finally come.
Fortunately, me and my family were safe in our own roof. With enough food, clothing, water and etc. There were no power interruptions, so we could still watch the news and see how terrible most of the families are suffering from the typhoon’s damage.
Mom and dad were on their mini office in the house, as usual. My brother is in his room playing video games, while I’m staying here in the kitchen with a bowl of cereal on my hand, thinking. Really deep thinking. Watching the pouring rain outside, trees are swaying doing tangos, no birds or any kinds of animals outside. There were still some cars outside, maybe our neighborhoods went to the grocery store to buy some supplies because this typhoon is really threatening. It’s like the WWIII but on a different angle. Thunderstorms.
After I finish my second bowl of cereal, I went to the sink to clean up the dishes I used. I also rearrange our grocery supplies so it will be more convenient if in case something worst happened.
“John!” My mom shouted at me, standing by the doorway with her iPad. I didn’t look, I could only see her from the corner of my eye. I bet she’s checking her mails, again. Sigh.
I almost dropped the bowl and broke it, she gave me a heart attack. Shouting like that while I was thinking really deep and holding ceramics? Great.
“What?” I answered back without looking and continued washing the dishes.
“The typhoon would last for 3 days. Do we have everything we need, son?” She asked me while she’s walking to the countertop and took a mug and made her coffee.
“I guess. I rearranged them according to the most needed. We have canned goods here. We’re good, mom. Don’t worry.” I told her so she won’t panic. My mom and dad are both obsessive compulsives. Maybe I got my attitude from them, my OCness, etc.
“Good. You’re so helpful. I love you.” looking at me while stirring her black coffee and smiled. I smiled back. “You want coffee? I make a good coffee.” Then I saw a smile again on her face.
I nodded. “2 teaspoons of coffee, 1 sugar and 1 creamer, mom.” I said. She answered “I know what to do.”
While she’s making my coffee, I took a glance at her while I’m drying my hands, she’s not as pretty as Julia Roberts or as sexy as Victoria Beckhams. She just looks like an ordinary mother, wearing her PJs and reading glasses. Her hair is dark brown, her eyes are brown also. Fair complexion. Stands about 5’7”. She’s pretty. For me, dad and my brother, and most probably her ex boyfriends.
I sat beside her almost lying on the countertop. This is the best bed-weather. I feel like sleeping all day long for 3 days.
“Mom, are you gonna be busy on weekends? Let’s date! You, me, dad and Matt.” I grinned. “Let’s watch some movies, dinner, or whatever.”
“Sure. I’ll let dad know. You know how busy the old man is. You wish he has no meetings.” She answered. And by the time she said “meeting” I jerked from my seat and remember I have a meeting with one of my clients on Saturday. I’ve been preparing things for our meeting, this is a huge account for our company. This is good for our company folio. And I bet, dad would be so impressed on me handling that kind of event.
“Mom! Sorry, I have a meeting on Saturday. Maybe next week. We’ll see. I promise.” I said to mom. “Oh! It’s okay. I guess it’s gonna be me and Matt. That’s life. Soon enough it’s gonna be me alone, because Matt is going to College, while your dad is so busy at work. Then by the time your dad finally decides to retire, then it’s gonna just us two again.” I can see the sadness from my mom’s eyes. I don’t know what I said to make her EMO, though. I hugged her and gave her a kiss on the forehead, “Mom, it’s gonna be ALL OF US forever. I love you. You wash the mugs.” Then I grinned.
Mom just poked me in my armpit. She still does that. She doesn’t want me to grow up. Well, sorry mom, I just did. And I grew up gay. Tee! Hee!
I went up stairs, go straight to my room, to the bathroom and brushed my teeth. I can’t even shower because of the weather. It’s giving me fresh feelings so I went to my bed and fell asleep.
