Call me mama’s boy. I won’t refute but give you a grin because I know it’s true. Indeed I am a mama’s boy. That was before when I still see my mom. I can even recall sleeping under her armpit (weird but it’s true). But not anymore after my mom’s death last year. Oh that’s exactly a year ago when my left her earthly body and joined my father in the world of eternity.
I remember September 3, 2008 around 6 o’clock in the morning when woke up with tears flowing from my eyes. It was so dramatic, so intense that my heartbeat was so fast that I can hardly catch it. Then I rose and grabbed my cup and took some water to drink. I sat in the corner blankly. I don’t know why I was feeling and reacting that way.
Few minutes after, our youngest brother called me sobbing. I then understand the connection of my tears when my brother delivered a shocking news that our mom was rushed to the nearest hospital due to stroke. Tears just kept on flowing like a river. I wanted to go right away but I’m out of cash so I find my ways to generate cash so that I can catch the latest trip back to Negros, living my ailing mom under the care of our eldest sister, Bernadith and youngest brother, Joven.