“Past is the place of reference, not of residence”
“Daddy Prince, the weather is so nice for today’s yearly ritual. Let’s have a picnic after okay?” Pagyaya ni Chantel sabay talon sa kama ko. Effective talaga 'tong anak kong alarm clock.
[PriHun'sNote: Chantel read as Shantel]
I’m Prince, 23 and I’m a father, single-father to be exact. Well, I had my daughter six years ago.
Just the same year when I had the accident, a car accident.
“Sure baby. Go fix your things and I’ll prepare first our food, okay?” Sabi ko while touching her face. Saka siya bumaba sa kama ko “Okay daddy”
When we reached the riverside, hinanda ko na agad ung mat pati ang basket. I was just looking how Chantel enjoyed the place. She was running through the green grasses with a lovely smile. I love my child.
I treat her like my own.
I turn my attention to the flowing river nang maalala ko ang nangyari sa akin last year. Isang taon na rin pala ang nagdaan magmula nun. A yead had passed when I met that woman who changed my life one morning. I feel the heaviness of my eyes so I close it. A picture of her fills the darkness I see.
Her good mornings,
Her home-like dishes,
Her swet smile
When she's ignored
When she cries
I remember everything
When she makes me laugh
When she's serious
When she's laughing
When we argue
When she's mad
When she's naughty
I haven't forgotten
Then, I reminisce again...
Those Days in Venice..
A year ago…
“To all passengers, we have successfully landed to….”
I checked the time. It’s 6:30pm na pala. Grabe ang biyahe. Nakakapagod. Buti na lang na-aliw ako sa movie sa plane. After I took my baggage, I can feel the breeze of the place.
“Welcome me back, Venice”
Pumara na ako ng taxi pagkalabas ko ng airport. “The Villa please” Sabi ko sa taxi driver.