It was Sunday at that time and I was getting ready to attend the mass when suddenly got a call from my Mom. I picked up my phone from my bed and answered it.
"Hey, Mom. What's up?"
"Hey honey, can you do me a favor?"
"Sure, Mom. What is it?" I adjusted my pants with my phone pressed on my cheek by my shoulder.
"Can you buy me some flowers? It's okay if it's only one, though." She said, her voice seemingly hesitant.
A smile formed on your lips.
"Of course, Mom. I will buy you a bouquet."
"Thank you so much, honey." She said as her voice cracks.
"You're always welcome, Mom. I gotta go, by Mom."
"I love you so much, honey."
The smile on your lips widened, "Love you too."
I hang up and put my phone in my pocket.
After Mass, I went to a Flower Shop near the church and bought a bouquet of pink tulips. As I was leaving after paying for the flowers, someone called my name.
I looked back and saw my Aunt, Lilia. I smiled at her and she smiled back.
"Hello, Auntie."
"Hello, dear. Whose flower is that for?" She asked with a teasing smile on her lips. I let out a hearty laugh and answered: "For Mom."
She stilled and then smiled once again but my next words completely shocked her to the core.
"She asked me to buy her some."
I was about to talk again when I saw her shock expression.
"Are... are you, okay auntie?" I worriedly asked her.
"Peter..." Aunt Lilia whispered as she covered her mouth with her fingers, the corner of her eyes getting wet and red.
"Peter... your Mom's been dead for 1 year already..."
This time, it was me who froze. My grip on the bouquet gave out and I felt my body turned cold. The very fact that my Mom called me earlier to buy her some flowers made my knees go soft.
Her voice was so real and her voice was just the same as before. Soft and pleasant to hear.
I didn't even notice that I am already crying with my head hanging low.
"Your Mom always loved Tulips, especially pink ones because it symbolizes happiness, caring, and good wishes."
I slowly looked at the bouquet of tulips in my hands and suddenly bought it close to my heart and cry my heart out. When she was still alive, she would call me every morning to ask the same favor every time.
It was to buy her some flowers. She didn't care what kind of flower it was but as long as it came from me, her only son. But I would always refuse because of work. And I regretted it so much. On the day she died, I went to her room and what I saw made my heart so much. A very wilted flower was on her table. But what breaks my heart so much is that it was a tulip and the first and last flower that I bought for her.
Guilt came over me and this is now me, hallucinating that my beloved mother is still alive and well...
#LoveYourMother
#Cherishyourmother
#ILovemyMom
