'twas 9:15 in the evening of August 30 when marivic, "bikang", as I fondly call her gave me a call asking me to go to Theresa's mansion for a reunion with some of our classmates because Analyn just arrived from US. I was at my aunt's house that very moment when she insisted to make myself available until dawn because Analyn might be going back immediately to her family in the US. I refused at first because Faith was with me already complaining because 'twas already late in the evening. Vic-vic gave another call with analyn next in line... immediately, I gave Papa a call and informed him about the invitation... my request was granted. Of course, with papa's approval, I assured them of my presence but then I said I told them ahead of time that can't stay long because my tired and sleepy daughter looked so pitiful already. She wants a bed that moment but then I also feel guilty not meeting these guys because they were once a part of my life sooooo I embraced Faith with a kiss and asked permission to let me in just a very short while because papa has allowed me already anyway to be there. She has granted my request so we went there...while still parking the car, Faith heared the laughter of those girls whom I'll be meeting and she felt irritated (faith is a conservative girl) and told me that she will just be staying inside the car. She doesn't like the noise inside (so frank)... I didn't insist anywayzzz
I left her inside the car... sleeping... and while entering in the gate of thesa's mansion they loudly welcome me...laughters again exploded like a bomb and whaaaaaa they felt sad when i declared just a ten minute stay because my daughter was already sleeping outside hahaahahaha! after 5 mins i went back to the car and peep Faith again... that moment she was snoring already. So i went back to the venue and continued chatting with my classmates with permission that I can't stay long because Faith was snoring already inside the car...Minda told me to better go because she pitied my daughter so much and others as well told me the same but there was a task yet to be done as agreed by everybody that each one will talk about their lives, families and all... it wasn't my turn yet when finally i went back to the car to check my daughter who's already awake but crying so I rush to the group and asked their permission to just let me go because I can't sacrifice my daughter.
Theresa and Tes "utol" followed me and asked me to wait for a while because they want me to bring home a bundle of food... so then i waited and while waiting inside the car i talked to Faith and asked for an apology...she just cried... as i bade goodbye to Theresa and Utol after handling me those food. So I brought back my attention to Faith... Again asked for an apology and hug her but to my dismay she nodded her head and pointed the front mirror of the car already broken not into pieces anyway (just look at the picture on top) !!! It struck my attention and tried to control my temper talking to her as if I didn't know anymore what questions should I ask her when she herself didn't know why she broke the glass... thus, I remained silent... until we arrived home at about 11 pm with hypertension truly disturbing me. I almost can't hold myself but with deep prayers and total control over my total being I was able to cool myself down. I felt my head was big enough to carry... eyes bulging...face like being squeezed... aaaahhhh I can't explain anymore with Faith beside me asking me to spank her. She didn't know actually how she broke the front mirror of the car because she slept as if she was on the her bedroom... she might have kicked the glass...
She wants me to express myself by hitting her physically but I won't because I love her more than anything else' in this world. I whispered to myself "If I continue working hard, I can buy a lot of car glasses, I cud have it repaired anytime I wished... but, I only have one Faith to love and protect!" my love for my kids is over and beyond the weight of love they thought I am offering them ...
Everything went on smoothly until such time I told her to just leave me in my room until almost two A.M... an hour after, i opened the door to refresh myself in the bathroom but I found Faith just standing in front of the door sobbing . . . waiting for me to go out and say something perhaps about what happened. I just told her to go to bed and take a rest because I was already ok . . . she gave me a glass of water and tried to comfort me but instead I gave her an assurance that everything was fine and she was more favored more than anything else'.
She managed going to bed alone and after a while I felt also the need to go to bed for a more relaxing body stretch with Faith pressing my muscles... tenderly she did the pressing of my muscles and asked me to sleep ahead after drinking a cup of water...
I was just so thankful to God for He has controlled the situation or else leving it alone with my capacity patch up the issue I might as well has broken things into pieces... Glory to God.
After few days I informed Papa about what happened and to my great surprise he was just so cool listening to my narration and ended with a short story about a father whose child damaged his car. after finding out that his car got a lot of scratches he trembly got wild crashing the hands of his son like a rotten eggplant. Realizing that his son was hurt physically, he rushed him into the hospital while thinking of the damage caused by his son to his ever loved car... unfortunately after the first treatment, the doctor said that his son will be confined for more days ...his son's hand demanded for more days to get cured until such time his son got bored waiting when he could possibly go out and play... he asked his dad when he could possibly be allowed to go out. So, his father asked the doctor... little more days, the doctor said, so the boy smiled and unselfishly asked "sorry" to his father for what he has done... another day has gone and the boy can't wait any longer. He wants to be discharge but then his doctor refused. Getting tired of asking when he can possibly be discharged the boy asked his father "Dad, how's your car?" his father replied with a smile, "it's ok now son, Iwas able to asked the painter to bring it back to its natural color and design" dad, the boy whispered... when could I possibly make my hand grow? the doctor has cut it because it seems rottened... his father did not give any answer... left the room... walked nowhere... and found at home dead. He committed suicide. He can't bring back the natural image of his son's hand. It was scrapped! no more chance to grow...
