Waiting for Mommy and Daddy
I was alone at home for my VL and I decided to just stay at home..clean the house, watch TV while my parents were off to work the whole day, my brother had to leave for a class…
me..at home..waiting for my parents to get back from work…
here comes 5:30pm — i was thinking my parents were most probably packing their stuff..wrapping up and on their way home..
here comes 6:00pm — not yet home..im still waiting…i cooked rice (just a cup and a half — water is 2 cups hihihi)…
then comes the sound of the car honks…then after few seconds..the opening of the gate…
its felt funny..something familiar that was forgotten for so many years..i felt it again..
sound that your parents are home..so excited but you’re not supposed to show it..so happy..so safe
there i go..opening the doors for them in my laid back homey attire
it must have been more weird for them…
had to do some very happy smile seeing them which is weird..but my mom’s smiling back in the same weird way
i missed it..i missed this.
i want to be a child again.
why is it that as you grow things become more complicated.
when i was young, just this moment completes my day..
now im asking for a lot..a lot missing…
is it just perspective?is it just me…
i had a happy day…that sound of the gates made me forget everything that is missing…
my parents are home…and now my brother’s home..im home.
that should complete it.
