A Voice from the Past

“Some people come into our lives and quickly go. Some stay for a while, leave footprints on our hearts, and we are never, ever the same.”

 

Never had I dreamed that I would hear her voice again.  She had been my daughter’s dedicated yaya from the time my daughter was born until my daughter turned twelve.  She had become part of our family.  Our worries were hers and her worries were ours.

Just as my daughter had started to test her young wings, her Yaya Nita thought it time to spread her own wings and decided to marry.  It was a sad day when Yaya Nita packed her bags and we reluctantly said our good-byes.

The Price of Happiness

“Mommy, will you be putting up the Christmas tree this year?”, my daughter asked.

“I’m still thinking about it.”, was my response.  Setting up the Christmas tree and Belen has been another on-again-off-again affair with me since my kids graduated from college.  Reasons ranged from political:  “no tree until an unpopular president is booted out” to the apathetic: “why bother”.

“Come on mommy.  It will be fun.”, my daughter countered.

And now the end is near…

Shortly after Typhoon Yolanda left a trail of destruction and despair along its path, a story started to make its rounds in Cebu.  This is the story.

An old beggar had approached a female devotee as she was on her way out of the Sto Nino church.