A Fond Remembrance
One morning at the office, talk had been about surgeries and confinement. An officemate remarked that he loved being confined because it gave him a valid reason for not going to school or being absent from the office. I expressed the same view, citing the "pasalubongs" as my reason, then followed it up by narrating that I’ve only been confined once. And then it hit me, that time when I was confined, Mama was the first person I saw when I woke up. In fact I couldn’t remember anybody else being there for the whole duration of my stay. I can’t exactly remember how many days I stayed at the hospital, but those days had been fun, with me and Mama playing with the flash cards Auntie Linda sent me. Basic mathematical operations, and then pictures of things, Mama was a very good teacher. The thimble, that one I found hard to name. Mama…how can I ever forget such a woman? If there ever was a perf...