Ang ganda ng langit. It was the perfect shade of blue. Kahit ang lakas ng ingay sa loob ng airport, my mind was at ease because of the sky. It looked so serene. Nakakakalma.
I don’t know kung ilang oras na kaming nakaupo while waiting for our flight to Manila. We’re moving, again. If I’m not mistaken, this is our 8th move over the past nineteen years.
“Dani let’s go” my mother tapped me on my shoulders and then stood up while carrying a sleeping Aria. I grabbed my bag and helped mom by carrying her stuff and Aria’s.
My dad’s work requires him to be in different places for a period of time. Normally, it takes eight months to a year, before my dad’s boss transfers him to another place. Sa simula, si dad lang ang umaalis and my mom and I stayed in our house sa Cebu. Pero kalaunan sumama na kami ni mommy dahil dad had health troubles, it wasn’t worse but it could result to that kapag napabayaan.
So when I turned eight, we left Cebu and moved to Bicol. My first move, which was followed a year after when we moved to Palawan. Then so on and so forth. I got used to it.
We gave the flight attendants the necessary documents before they let us proceed inside the plane. We settled into our seats and I laid my head.
San Francisco was our longest stay, 2 years.
Akala ko we would settle there already, but then last week sinabihan kami ni dad that we would have to move to Manila. I cried till morning after he said that. I was going to have to leave my friends again. Nothing hurts more than that.
Dapat natuto na ako na wag maattach masyado because it will hurt me in the end pero I hoped. Gosh I hoped na mananatili na kami for good.
“Are you okay sweetie?” my mom touched my cheek and I realized I was crying.
I thought I was ready to leave San Francisco behind.
“I’m sorry mom. I can’t help it” I wiped another stray tear and gave my mom a smile. Aria was sleeping peacefully beside mom.
“I’m sorry too Dani. You know how it is right?” I nodded.
Alam ko. I never blamed dad or mom sa mga nangyayari because I know they were doing this for us. I lived a good life in every place we went to. My dad’s company had scholarships set for me in any school I preferred which helped a lot. The only problems I had to face were learning new languages and trying not to attach myself too much to people.
I was so going to miss San Francisco. I had the best memories there.
As I closed my eyes and tried to sleep, I wondered what Manila has in store for me.
