After 5 days of losing grip to my sanity, I finally have it back in its regular shape. Last week, I was crazily worried with my boyfriend due to the fact that he was stranded in an island because of a typhoon. He was not able to send a message to me and to his family. God only knows how I spent those days, lack of sleep and couldn't eat. Alas! Monday came ad my boyfriend was back..to all my friends, thank you so much for the prayers....i was relieved..so happy...and i'm back to life's track.
Two weeks ago, I happened to be with the "golden ladies". They were called golden ladies because they're already in their golden age: 50-something. I thought I'll feel awkward because of the age gap but in the end I was wrong. When women at my age had some chit-chats probably it would be about friends, food, fashion, work or even boys (men). On the other hand, these golden ladies were very concerned with their children, grandchildren, and their in-laws (especially). They had some outbursts on how they don't like their in-laws and on how pitiful their children for having the wrong choice of husband/wife. That's when I remembered a poem during my gradeschool. This poem was written by Jose La Villa Tierra. It speaks on the love of parents for their children, how forgiving and how great the love of a mother is for her son/daughter although he/she has hurt her very much. Ballad of a Mother's Heart The night was dark, For the moon was young, And the Stars were a...
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