Just like old times, my mom treated us to an afternoon snack yesterday. It was certainly a joy since it had been a long time since we last did it. The schedule was perfect for a quick family get-together. Monday was a holiday and we were determined to make the most out of it.
The battle plan was simple. It was chores, shopping and eating. We all got through our house chores past noon and we zoomed out of the house. All brains were set on “relax” mode.
We all headed to the local mall to do some shopping, stop at the salon to have some hairstyles fixed — all wholesome family stuff. After burning through our to-do list, we made sure that we ended up at the local branch of one of our favorite tea houses. There, we had our traditional afternoon family treat — tea and dim sum.
Laid out on our table were servings of steamed pork dumplings, shrimp dumplings and beancurd rolls. Oh, there were also bowls of noodles and congee. All that food to help wash down our tea. 🙂
The family traded stories while eating. We even discussed a bit about current events and sort of “debated” on some issues. We all had a great time. That’s how it is in our family — food and laughter. Out of my kakulitan, I even sent a text message to my sister, who’s currently abroad with her family, that mommy was treating us for merienda. I bet she was both happy and envious. She misses her a lot. I know that for a fact. (I don’t know if she’s read this post) 😛
As soon as the bill landed on our table, I told my kids that it was their grandmother’s treat but I was paying for it. After all, without her I wouldn’t have existed. For me it was a great way to honor a great lady. 😀
When someone passes away and after we bury them, it doesn’t mean that they are truly dead. As corny as it may sound, the memory of departed loved one stays on. They live within us.
My mom would’ve been a lovely 69-year old grandmother yesterday. 19 years is already a long time but I still miss her.
I am a demon.
In remembering my mom, I also remembered her father, my very strict grandfather. He was always mad at me for whatever reason. Maybe because I look almost exactly like my dad? Before spanking me because of my kakulitan and tigas ng ulo, he’d always say “demonyo” or “demonyong bata ka.” This curious kid who always got a shock out of playing with electrical outlets was certainly the favorite of lolo’s tsinelas (slippers). 😛