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Family. Friends. Relationships.

First Day High

My toes tingled as I dipped it into the chilly water. I hesitated for a bit but my excitement persisted. The sea was relatively calm that day compared to the previous days. I heard a splash a few meters away from where I stood and I saw my friend Jay already in the water. I waded forward slowly, resisting the urge to run back to the warm embrace of the white sand covering the shore. Behind me, my friend Rocky suggested I dive in the water just before he did so.


The sun was a few minutes shy from kissing the horizon. I took a deep breath and plunged into the cold water. I swam and swam thinking I needed to produce energy to keep myself warm. After a couple of minutes, I was tired and breathless but I felt warm. I closed my eyes, laid on my back, spread my arms wide and floated. As soon as my heartbeat calmed down, I opened my eyes and saw the dark blue sky above. A faint orange glow decorated my peripheral vision and I knew that the sun has finally set. A star slowly came into view above the horizon where the sun had set. I swam towards the shore until I could stand upright and only my head was out of the water. I stood there silently, hypnotized by the sight before me. The sea gleamed of iridescence, an evidence left behind by fisher folks that have gone out to sea. Before the night claimed the sky, I got out of the water, took a few pictures of the last traces of the New Year’s Day sun and headed home.



Celebrating Love

Today is a very special day for my parents. It’s the day they vowed to spend the rest of their lives loving one another before God. So today, I honor that love that brought me to this world… a love that saw beyond age (my mom’s a decade older than my dad)… a love that transformed their lives and mine. I pray to God for that love to grow stronger each passing day. I pray that someday soon, I will also find and experience that same kind of love. Happy Anniversary, Mom and Dad! ❤


One Sunny Day

Yesterday was a bright and sunny day. Before dusk, I took my dad’s bike and rode to the beach near our old family house. I wanted to sit on the sandy shore while I waited for the sun to set, just like I used to when I was younger. The sunset yesterday was worth the wait. It was really beautiful. Aside from that, I also got to see fishermen coming home from a long day at sea, with their families and relatives eager to see the day’s catch.






Today, I woke up to the sound of the rain softly falling down on our roof. I look out my window and see dark gray clouds hovering over our town. I still hope I’d get to see the sun before I leave for the city tonight.

Lessons from a Lady Named Joy

Remember Jaja – the little girl I met on the bus going home to the province? I still think about her sometimes and wonder how she’s doing. I hope she’s well and happy and enjoying her childhood.

On my trip back to Manila after that vacation, I met Joy. What really got me interested in Joy was that she reminded me so much of Jaja. It was like I was seeing the adult version of the little girl I met a few days earlier.

I arrived early at the bus station, which was just a block away from our house. Mom and Dad walked me to the bus, as they always do. The long vacation was over, and a lot of people – both tourists and locals – were on their way back to Manila. Good thing I was able to reserve a seat, although the seat I got was already at the second to the last row.

It was almost 8pm, and the bus was about to leave, but the seat next to me was still empty. I took out my iPod and book and began reading while the light was still on. A few minutes after 8, our bus still hasn’t left the station. I guess they were waiting for some more passengers who reserved seats. My seatmate was one of them. I was almost getting drowsy when finally, she arrived. She sat down beside me, catching her breathe. She must’ve raced her way to the bus station to catch the last trip going to Manila that day.

“Hi, are you heading to Manila, too?” she asked me. “Yes,” I answered. “I’m Joy,” she smiled at me. “Mae,” I smiled back.

I stowed my book and iPod and readied myself for a conversation with Joy. I wondered what her story was and I was eager to know. I didn’t get disappointed because Joy was very talkative. In fact, we talked until 1 in the morning. Her high-pitched voice floated inside the bus, along with the soft snores of the passengers.

For 5 hours, I listened to Joy unfold her life. She just went on and on with her stories. As I listened to her, I noticed how similar her story was with Jaja’s. Like Jaja, she was orphaned at a young age and was left to the care of her aunt. Since college, she had been living independently while her aunt went abroad to work. She has learned to live on her own and look after herself. She told me about her past relationships, and how her ex boyfriend left her for another woman. She told me about her work, her colleagues and struggles. She shared that she wanted to try her luck overseas, hoping her life would be much better. She was only in her early twenties and she seemed be very enthusiastic about everything. I felt how strong a person she was, probably because of the circumstances in her life.

Joy travelled alone during that trip, her first time to do so. She was supposed to travel with her friends but her schedule didn’t permit her to join them. This didn’t hold her back from getting the most of the very long weekend so she decided to explore Ilocos on her own. She recounted her adventures to the different tourist destinations she visited, places I myself haven’t even been to considering I lived almost half of my life in that province. She excitedly showed me the photos and videos that she took from the places she visited.

Joy had a positive outlook in life. I envied her and wished I could have that same confidence and positive attitude. I thought of Jaja and wished she’d grow up with the same positive outlook.

At 1am, she must have noticed that I was so sleepy so she finally told me to sleep. I slept thinking about Joy and Jaja and prayed that they both have a bright future ahead of them.

I don’t normally talk to strangers on the bus but God allows us to meet other people to let us realize and learn things from them. Tonight, I’m headed to the province again for the long weekend. Before I leave the house, I just had to finish this post I started two months ago. I’m looking forward to hearing more inspiring stories from strangers!

Why Dad Cried

My dad is a tough guy but he’s also gooey on the inside, especially when it comes to family. I remember the first time I saw him cry because of me. I was in second year high school then and was still not allowed to have a boyfriend. But stubborn as I was, I got myself into a relationship and dad found out eventually. I still recall that morning when he told me he wanted to talk to me. I sat down on the sofa with guilt written on my face. Dad sat beside me quietly. When I looked up, tears were welling up from his eyes.

He told me in between croaks, “Dorothy Mae, anakko, leppasem kadi pay lang ti panagadal mo! Uray agpakasar kanto nga sigud no makagraduate ka ti college. Ti nasken ket makalpas ka. Uray siak to pay ti aggastos ti kasar mo.” (Dorothy Mae, my child, please finish your studies first. You can get married right after college, if that’s what you want. I can even shoulder all the cost of your wedding, as long as you finish college first.)

It was a lengthy sermon from my dad and all I could say was, “Wen (Yes), Dad.” I wanted to tell him that I wasn’t planning on getting married at that moment or in the near future but I just kept silent. After that, I did break up with my boyfriend then. I think we got back together after a few months but it eventually ended when I had to go away for college.

Of course, I finished high school – with honors – and graduated from college on time. I’m pretty sure my dad was so happy to see me finally receiving my college diploma. He must also have felt relieved that I didn’t have a boyfriend that time.

I Love Writing


When I was in high school, I kept a journal describing in detail the highlights of my teenage years. I was also fond of writing poems and essays back then. When I go home tomorrow night, I’m gonna try to look for those journals and notebooks and post some of my writings here. I’m expecting it would be filled with corny, cheesy thoughts but it would be fun to just remember those days. I just hope they’re still in the memorabilia boxes in my room.

Let Kids Teach You

While we try to teach our children all about life, our children teach us what life is all about.

~ Angela Schwindt

I’m a Daddy’s Girl


I suddenly miss my dad. Probably because it’s Father’s Day on Sunday? Or the fact that he’s coming over to visit this weekend? Maybe. I miss being a daddy’s girl, which I still am. I miss our fights, our crying moments, our hugs with mom.

Happy Father’s Day, Dad!

P.S. I love you (and mom) a lot!

Learning to Ride the Bike

I can’t remember exactly when I learned how to ride a single bike. I must have been 6 or 7 years old then because I recall having a hard time reaching for the pedals.

I can still clearly remember how it happened. It was summertime and I really wanted to learn so badly. I already knew how to ride the bike with a sidecar, and I wanted to level up. All day, I nagged my father to teach me until he said yes. That afternoon, my dad detached my grandfather’s bike from its sidecar and he started to teach me. The road in front of our family house was dusty but I didn’t mind. All I wanted was to learn to ride the single bike so I can join my friends and neighbors in their biking adventures. For the next few hours, he patiently held the bike while I pedaled and tried to balance. After a few meters, he would let go of the bike but he would still be running after me just in case I fell. We did it again and again, but I always lost balance after a few meters.

Come dusk, Dad told me it was time to end the day’s bike training. I didn’t want to stop. I just couldn’t give up. So I told him to go home ahead. When he was gone, I told myself that I could do it even if I have to learn on my own. I mounted the bike, put my right foot on the right pedal, pushed forward and tried to balance as I pedaled my way down the dusty road. But because it was getting really dark, I didn’t notice the big stone along the road. I lost my balance, crashed and got a scraped knee. It was painful, but it didn’t stop me from getting up and mounting the bike again. This time, I told myself to try one last time.

I summoned all the strength and courage in me, took a deep breath, and started pedaling. You know what happened next. I did it. I finally learned to ride a single bicycle. Hurray!

See, it takes courage and perseverance to realize a dream, coupled with guidance from other people and from God. But it must all start with your decision to pursue what it is you want to do. Sometimes it’s hard to start, sometimes it’s even painful, but you won’t go any far unless you take that first step.

Balloons and Cameras

I love balloons. Seeing kids with balloons always make me smile. Even just the sight of balloons make me happy.

That’s me, loving the balloons!

See how happy I was having seen these cute balloons? I just had to have my photo taken with them at that time. Thanks to my friend Rocky for taking this photo.

Like any other kid, I grew up wanting to have at least one of the balloons from the children’s parties I was invited to. Here’s a proof of that:

Me and my Aunt at a family friend’s birthday party

My aunt told me she was laughing at me because I didn’t want my photo taken. But I guess the photographer just couldn’t resist making fun of me. Whoever he/she was, I thank him/her deeply for this photo. It brings back fond memories and never fails to make me smile.

From a kid who was afraid of the camera, I love that I grew up to be someone who came to love it a lot. 🙂

June Series

The month of June is the start of the school year here in the Philippines. This month, I will be posting photos and stories about kids and childhood and anything connected with children – school, play, fun. Join me in reliving the joy of being a child.

Stay a child while you can be a child. ~ STEPHEN SONDHEIM, Into the Woods

The Sea


The midday sun was scorching hot that day. It bit my skin so hard I can still feel its sting everytime I close my eyes and recall it. My sunburned face constantly reminds me of the pain I tried to suppress. The knowledge that I let my one chance slip away keeps gnawing at me up to this day.

The sea gives and the sea takes away. Whatever it gives, hold it dearly in your heart. And when it takes, be ready to let go less the sea takes you with it until you find yourself lost in its deep blue waters.

Lessons from a Little Girl Named Jaja

My wristwatch told me it was 11:00pm. I had been at the Florida bus station since 9 in the evening, afraid I might miss the bus because of the terrible traffic along Quezon Avenue. My bus finally arrived so I climbed up and took my seat. It was the last seat on the extra bus that day. If it were not for that last seat, I would have waited until midnight or the next day  just so I could go home and be with my family for the Holy Week.

I was glad to be seated at the second row. Most of the time, I travel alone when I go home to the province. I wondered who my seat mate would be that night and I prayed it wouldn’t be a guy who might turn out to be a maniac. That’s when I met her.

“What’s your name?” I asked her.
“Jaja,” she replied.
“Hi, Chacha!” I happily welcomed her.
“It’s not Chacha. It’s Jaja,” she blurted out.
“Oh, sorry. Hi there, Jaja!” I repeated my greeting. And that started our interesting conversation.

Jaja is 6. In fact, she told me it was her birthday that day. “Happy birthday!” I greeted her. “Thank you po,” she shyly replied.

She was with her Tita Bing and her girl friend, and just like me, they were bound for Laoag for the Holy Week.

“Naku! Lagot ka diyan kay Jaja, sobrang daldal niyan,” her aunt warned me of Jaja’s talkativeness. I told her I didn’t mind although when I travel, I usually don’t talk to my seatmates. My iPod and books are my constant travel companions. That night, I turned off the iPod and closed my book and decided to talk to Jaja. It turned out to be one of my best encounters with God.

Jaja was really talkative, just as her tita warned. She kept telling me stories about her toys, her playmates, her relatives. In between, she asked me numerous questions like where I was going and what I was going to do when I got home. Sometimes, I didn’t know how to answer her questions so I just smiled and nodded to her.

Out of nowhere, I asked her if she was going to miss her mom during her vacation. Nonchalantly, she told me her mom was already gone. Jaja said she was named after her mother – Juanita Antonia – because she died after giving birth to her. I was speechless for an entire minute. I didn’t know what to say and I stupidly stammered, “Do you know how she looked like?” She told me her father used to show her her mom’s picture which he kept in his wallet. I asked Jaja if she’s going to miss her dad. Her reply shocked me to my core. “Patay na po si Papa. Naaksidente po siya  sa motor,” she announced, as if her father’s death did not bother her…but I know it did and she was hiding her sadness in the way she smiled. She became silent for a while. At that moment, all I wanted was to be in my room and release the tears that had been threatening to fall from my eyes. I gathered up the courage to comfort her, “Okay lang yun, andiyan naman si Tita Bing mo. Siya na lang magiging mama at papa mo.” It was a stupid statement, and she told me, “Hindi ko naman po siya mama.” I never dared to reply back. Then, there was that awkward silence again.

Her Tita Bing saved me when she told Jaja to sleep since it was almost 1am. I seconded her. I told Jaja we’d better sleep because everyone at the bus was already asleep except for the two of us. Her tita handed her her teddy bear. Jaja told me she couldn’t sleep without it. I asked her if she ever prayed at night. She told me she didn’t. I told her we we’re going to pray before we slept, and that she only needed to repeat after me. I closed my eyes and travelled back to my childhood, recalling back the prayer that I prayed every night then.

Angel of God, my Guardian dear, to whom His love commits me here, ever this day be at my side, to light and guard, to rule and guide. Amen.

Jaja stammered the words after me, but she was smiling when I opened my eyes. After that, we said our good nights.

The bus had become icy cold, and I asked Jaja if she felt cold since she was only wearing her favorite pink jumper dress. She said she was, and asked her tita for her jacket. However, they found out that Jaja’s jacket was left behind. She gave Jaja a large t-shirt instead. I knew that this would not keep her warm. I, myself, was already shivering. She kept stirring in her seat. She was holding her teddy bear like I would hug my mom when i was cold. So I decided to share my sarong with her, hoping it would make her feel warm and more comfortable. “Thank you po,” she said with eyes half-closed.

I smiled at her but I quickly turned to look out the window into the dark, cloudy night. I cried. I couldn’t hold back the tears anymore. I cried for a while. I couldn’t sleep. The entire conversation with Jaja slowly sank in. I remembered my mom and dad. I realized how lucky I was that I still have my parents with me… that they are still alive, though getting older. I felt really blessed knowing that I had a mother and father who took care of me as I was growing up, who saw to my needs, and who were there during all the birthdays and milestones in my life.

I used to feel so afraid just thinking about my mom and dad and other loved ones passing away. I could not even try to imagine my life without them. I always prayed to God not to take them away from me too soon. That night, I suddenly felt a coward compared to 6-year old Jaja beside me.

Jaja is a brave and strong girl. Young as she is, she has already experienced far greater trials that I had in my entire 28 years of existence. Before I finally convinced myself to sleep, I prayed for that little girl sleeping soundly beside me. I prayed that she would grow up healthy and strong. I prayed that God will give her good people who will guide her well. I prayed that she will understand all the things that happened in her life as part of God’s wonderful plan for her. I prayed hard for the best for Jaja.

When I got home that day, I rushed to hug my mom and dad, silently thanking God that I still have them with me.

Thoughts from the Toilet Bowl

February 20, 2011 ~ 10:30PM ~ Paraclete Renewal Center, Tacloban City, Leyte

Oh, what a great day this has been! I consider myself blessed to be in the midst of amazing and wonderful people. It is just so heartwarming to witness and hear stories of learnings, gratefulness, and transformation… of simple, often unnoticed people taking baby steps to confidence… of life lived well and good… of lost dreams and new ones. I love the delicious food and lovely chit-chats with new acquaintances and most of all the beautiful full moon and night sky full of stars! I truly deeply love this life!

Today, I also learned many things about life from someone who’s living it to the full. I certainly look forward not just to a happy and contented life, but a life of learning from mistakes and wrong turns, of forgotten dreams and new adventures. Best of all, I want to live my life giving glory to the One who created me.

Life is beautiful, if you see it that way. 🙂

Always The Hero

Check out this inspiring story.


Dens’s heart pounded in his chest as he raced through the streets. The world around him seemed to be concerted in its opposition of his desperate sprint; wind and rain lashed at his face, and a tide of people gushed at him, barring his objective. He bobbed and weaved through the hurried throngs left faceless before images of family and loved ones flashing through his mind. Halfway through dinner, just minutes before, Dens had heard the Cagayan River had swollen to levels that threatened the community at Isla de Oro. Without second thought, Dens dropped everything and rushed for home. Every conceivable obstacle stood before him, and he didn’t know just what he’d find, but Dens was determined to save his family and his young lady friend, Nica.

Adversity has been no stranger to Dens. In his experience, life’s strewn all sorts of obstacles in his path since childhood, though…

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Valentine’s Day Is For Singles, Too!

This is a post that took me two weeks to compose. Since it’s already the last day of the month, I pressured myself to finally finish it. So, here goes…

Today is February 14 – Valentine’s Day. Today is a special day – for the married, in a relationship, even those who are in the “it’s complicated” types.

Flowers, balloons, and hearts abound today as well as chocolates, teddy bears, and all things connected to sweetness. Anywhere you go, you see the colors red or pink. Couples are supposed to say their “I love you”‘s to one another in whatever way possible.

For singles, today is but a normal day. Life goes on like an ordinary day. For broken hearted people, this is a day that may well be scrapped from the calendar.

BUT, I say Valentine’s Day is for singles and broken hearted, too! Valentine’s day is about LOVE, right? And everyone deserves to love and be loved in return. Love isn’t just romantic love. There is love for parents, and for siblings. There is love for friends,and even self-love. And there is the ultimate love of God for every single person. Fellow singles (by choice or by chance), let us not be bitter or envious of those who are in a romantic relationship this day. Let us declare Valentine’s Day (even the whole month of February) a day we all share and experience the love of our friends, family and God.

I hope you all had a wonderful February!



I saw this plant when I went home to the province this weekend and it reminded me of the thorns that I currently have in my life. Life’s thorns can be our problems, people we can’t stand, or situations that make us cringe from life itself. Yes, these thorns can hurt us if we don’t know how to handle them. But I’m pretty sure there’s a lesson behind each thorn we come across with. Whatever thorns you have in your life right now, I hope that you will be able to see what lesson it has in store for you.

Appreciating the Blessing of Family

I was used to living a simple and comfortable life. As an only child, I didn’t have big problems to worry about. Everything I needed was taken cared of by my parents. I only had to do what they expected me to do- excel in school, be a good Christian, obey their rules. For sixteen years, I lived an easy life. But during those years, I rarely appreciated the easiness of my life. I felt constricted. I felt contained. The rebel in me wanted to break free. It finally succeeded when I had to go away for college. I was happy to get out of my comfort zone. I was excited to try new things. And I forgot about home too quickly. At first, I did enjoy the thrills of independence. But when I got sick or felt sad, I realized how blessed I was before when my parents were there to take care of me. After a while, I realized life was empty when you’re alone.

From that moment on, I started to cherish each moment I had with my loved ones. Life is short and can be taken away in an instant. Enjoy every moment you have with your loved ones. And never ever miss a chance to let them know how much they mean to you.

Mom, dad and me at SM North

On Lost Friendships

If there’s one thing I regret doing last 2011, it would be not standing by a friend who needed me the most. I don’t believe there’s such a thing as a “bad friend” so I guess I won’t call myself that. It just saddens me to think that I wasted so much time over things that were not so important and didn’t make time for the people I care about the most. I pulled myself away from her because I was so consumed with a tampo. The worst part was that I never even really clarified things with her. I told myself that I’ll deal with it when I see her but I hardly tried to reach out. Even when I heard that she was going through difficult times, I still stood by my tampo. Yes, I know it was so childish! And I regret being such. A lot.

You see, I’ve never really been the “friendly” kind of person. I have always been an introvert. I prefer being alone most of the time. I have very few close friends — friends who really know me for who I really am. She is one of those. In fact, she was the bestest friend I’ve ever had. Kaya sobrang naiinis ako sa sarili ko dahil kung kailan kailangang kailangan niya ako, pinili kong lumayo. Hindi ko yata mapapatawad ang sarili ko sa ginawa ko.

Last Christmas, I resolved to make it up to her. Slowly, I  hope to find my way back into her life. I know I can never bring back the time lost. Sa kalahating taon na nawala siya sa buhay ko, buong buhay na niya ang nagbago. Sana mahabol ko pa ang nasayang na pagkakataon.

I saw her for the first time after 6 months last New Year. All I could do was hug her tight. We didn’t have time to talk about what happened but I’m glad I hugged her because I wanted so badly to make her feel that I loved her. I can still save our friendship. I know I can. Lord, help me!

Friends, when it comes to friendships, never ever let your pride get in the way. When misunderstandings arise, make sure to clarify things asap. Always value the friends who’ve been there with you and for you through thick and thin.

To my dearest friend, I hope you could find it in your heart to forgive me. I hope that there’s still a place for me in your new life.  I hope you will let me be your friend again. Okay lang kahit hindi muna kagaya nung dati. Basta sana hayaan mo akong tumayo sa likod mo — sa likod niyo ni baby.

A while ago, I heard this song playing on the radio and I remembered you. This song is for you.

And I never thought I’d feel this way
And as far as I’m concerned
I’m glad I got the chance to say
That I do believe I love you

And if I should ever go away
Well, then close your eyes and try to feel
The way we do today
And then if you can remember

Keep smilin’, keep shinin’
Knowin’ you can always count on me, for sure
That’s what friends are for
For good times and bad times
I’ll be on your side forever more
That’s what friends are for

Well, you came and opened me
And now there’s so much more I see
And so by the way I thank you

Whoa, and then for the times when we’re apart
Well, then close your eyes and know
These words are comin’ from my heart
And then if you can remember, oh

Keep smiling, keep shining
Knowing you can always count on me, for sure
That’s what friends are for
In good times, in bad times
I’ll be on your side forever more
Oh, that’s what friends are for

28/ Twenty Eight

In math, it is the second perfect number, a harmonic divisor number, and a happy number.

In science, it is the atomic mass of silicon, the atomic number of nickel, and the fourth magic number in physics.

In astrology, it is the revolution time of the surface of the Sun on itself and the number of Chinese constellations.

In Hebrew Numerology, it corresponds to the word koakh, meaning “power”, “energy”.


A few minutes from now, I’ll be turning 28! As I bid farewell to my 27th year and welcome my 28th, I look back and thank God because I have been so much blessed.

It seems like it was only yesterday when I was a child full of hope and longing for the future. I still remember my childhood days playing and laughing… without cares… without problems. I remember the first time I slept in my own bed… in this same bed I’m lying in now, in this very room… some 20 years ago. Two decades have passed and not much has changed in this room. I still have the same bed, the same closet, the same chair, the same bookshelves. I love this room, this house, this place. I won’t ever get tired of coming back here. Thank you, God, for 9855 days of goodness and blessings!

For 27 years, so much has been said and done and so much has been learned. My journey has so far been great!  But there’s more to this life that what has been. The future holds a great promise of love, learnings, hope, and life.

On my 28th birthday, I pray fervently…

– for great teachers and mentors to guide me

– for love to keep me safe and warm

– for a job and vocation that will bring out the best in me

– for a strong and healthy body to keep me going

– for problems and trials to keep my faith stronger

– for good friends to celebrate good and bad times with

– for a grateful heart that always counts blessings, even those that come in the form of trials

– for loving and understanding parents

– for wisdom from the Holy Spirit to guide me in my decisions, and

– for God’s will to be done in my life. Amen.

HAPPY 28th!

By the way, my dad and I share the same birthday. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DAD! I thank God for you. ❤

missing mom

I miss my mom a lot. While I was sick last week because of dysmenorrhea and severe stomach ache, I missed her even more. I would have wanted her to rub my back, cook my favorite food, nag me about taking my vitamins, and hug me tightly when the pain was too much to handle.

I can never forget the day mom confessed to my best friend how she had been crying silently because she could not bear to see how hurt and sad I was when my relationship with my boyfriend of almost 2 years ended. I didn’t have the courage to tell her how I was feeling. I couldn’t face her and look into her eyes because I knew she’d see deep into my soul. I couldn’t bear to confide to her that the demise of the relationship was because of another woman. I couldn’t… I didn’t… because I was so consumed with thinking that no one loved me and that I deserved what happened. When my best friend told me about this a few months later, I just couldn’t hold back the tears that welled in my eyes. And so I cried. I cried because I never realized how deeply she loved and cared for me. Since that day, I vowed never to make her silently cry for me again.

Love you, Mom (and Dad, too)!

The Rain

The past weeks had been irritatingly hot. And this weekend’s rain has been a cool relief from the summer heat. So while I was thinking about what to write, I was reminded of a blog I wrote about three years ago after surviving from a failed relationship.

Here’s what i wrote:

Tears fell from my eyes like the raindrops that fell from the dark cumulus clouds in the sky above me. I felt alone. I felt afraid. I stood under the rain.. I stood firmly. I closed my eyes, not wanting to see the darkness looming ahead. I stood my ground, knowing and believing that someone would come and put an umbrella above my head. I sincerely hoped that when I opened my eyes, everything would be just the way it was before.

The rain continued to wash the tears from my face. It was as if the heavens were weeping with me, offering me the comfort that I longed at that moment. But it was just me and the rain. I was alone. I was hopeless.

All of a sudden, a thunder roared in the midday sky. I was jolted from my daydreams. I didn’t realize that a storm was coming. I was so consumed with the hurt and pain I was feeling so I just ran and ran without knowing where I was going. And I ended up in the middle of the forest. If only I could undo things, but I couldn’t. If only I could take back the things I said and did, but I couldn’t. So now I suffer…

Eyes still closed, I began to realize that the rain felt good. It actually made me feel better. It comforted me. This time, I let it wash away every bit of sadness and pain in my body and soul. I opened my arms to welcome it. I offered my face to its soothing calmness. I began to hear its beautiful music bringing my heart back to life. I felt alive. More than alive… I felt rejuvenated. I knew it was time to move on.

Sometimes, we need to be alone to realize the beauty of life. Sometimes, we need to feel sad to appreciate the beauty of happiness. Sometimes, we need to feel hopeless and afraid to understand hope. In this life, storms are inevitable. If we let fear and hopelessness eat away our life, we will never see the greatness of God’s creations and plans. If we let clouds darken our view of the bright blue sky, we will never see that the sun will still and will always be there behind it. If we let the rain dampen our spirits, then we will never see the radiant colors of the rainbow when the pour is over. All we need to do is stand strong, stand firmly and believe that everything that happens in our life has a purpose.

Life is beautiful. Live it. Love it.

Happy Mother’s Day, Mom!

A woman of immense faith and love – my Mom. Love you so much, Mommy! ♥ ♥ ♥

Who fed me from her gentle breast
And hushed me in her arms to rest,
And on my cheek sweet kisses prest?
My Mother.
Who ran to help me when I fell,
And would some pretty story tell,
Or kiss the place to make it well?
My mother.
~Ann Taylor
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