Probably the January Winds

The first week of January is over and what a first week it has been for me. I packed my bag last January 2, dreading reality that I'll be back in Cebu to face the things that I've left behind. When I say things, I meant school stuff. God must have been on my side because the boat trip that I was supposed to take got cancelled and I had another vacation day at home, with Cheska, a classmate (she got stranded too). 


Being back at my second home isn't really bad at all. I missed my friends after all. The sweet scent of my room, the smiles of my barkada boardmates, the laughters of my soro sister ... these makes every sacrifices and hardships worth it. 


But the best thing that ever happened this week? Someone tried to get us, yes, me and my soro sisters. Funny really, we do admit that we fell for it. HAHAHA.. but at first, I got angry and then I realize, that person must be really sick inside, envy and insecurity must be eating up that person's flesh. And then, I realized, someone is making an effort. It's sweet and flattering. But the sad thing about it, is the fact that we know the the person doing it, is a friend of ours. How else would the person know our numbers and our schedule? That's the saddest thing. Of course, the evil thing about it is what the person did. But then again, it's flattering. Let me not dwell too much on the sick person, he/she is a waste of time.


Moving on, I attended today's mass. It was good, really, it gave me something to reflect on. The gist was basically making the people you love happy and the priest focused on the parent-child relationship. The priest post a very important question, have you been a good child?


Honestly, I could easily say yes. I've been a good daughter. I'm not saying I'm a perfect daughter, no. I'm saying that I've been good. I know that my parents are satisfied with my performance in schools and even outside school. They know that I'm a happy person. Have I shown them I love them? Every opportunity I have. The last supposed night I was at home, that's January 1, I was at my parents bedroom and was beside my mother in their huge bed, hugging her. We were watching a show together. I know that I don't have to tell my parents I love them all the time, because I show them. 


It's amazing, what my parents have done to us. We're five siblings, all girls and despite the fact that we are an unconventional family, we all grew up fine. We all went to rebellion stage but never to the extreme. My oldest sister now has a family of her own, and she's doing really good at it. My second older sister is a career woman, independent and really knows what she wants. My third older sister is still at the shelter of my parents but she has plans of her own and I know she's going to be a great woman someday. Me, I've been constantly in the Dean's lister, is not a party girl, doesn't smoke and rarely drinks alcohol. My younger sister? She's still in the rebellion stage but I know that she's not the type to quit school for drugs and all. 


So Yeah, I've been a good child and Yeah, I've shown my parents that I love them and I know that I make them happy. I wouldn't trade place even if its Paris Hilton (LOL). 


It just makes me wonder how sad those rebelling children are and much worse their parents. I hope that the Lord will guide them in the right way.


Oh well, the winds is chilly and the night is dark. I must bid my goodbye, the winds of the first month has gotten colder. :)