I won’t be home for Christmas… (and who’d be home for me? That old empty house in the province?) This will be my first Christmas without my mom greeting me a Merry Meri-galo ka na ba sa akin? or me calling her asking about what she slaughtered for Christmas eve.
She’d definitely tell me how she prepared all those “bilog na prutas” in preparation for the new year and how annoying her neighbors are.
Today is her supposed 63rd birthday. I’d have to alarm my phone so i could remember her day. I am so bad at remembering dates… good thing the selpong’s a true-blue servant.
Would’ve called to greet her a happy birthday… then she’d tell me to go home for Christmas eve.. ask me (with her very commanding tone) to tell my utol to go home as well. It’s like every word she say’s a directive. She’s Mrs. I-am-your-mom-what-i-say-is-the-law.
I got used to it actually. Sometimes i fight back, but most of the time, i just make face. She’d eventually laugh till she forgets everything. Haha.
My mom, born December 21, 1946, died September 14, 2009 and today is her 63rd birthday.
Iking amf!!! :bop:
happy birthday po mamang!
di bale po, alagang alaga si iking