Of smokes and mirrors

Friday night pagdating ko sa bahay, nakabukas yung pintuan at mga ilaw ng bahay. Shet nanakawan na ata ako ang inisip ko. Tapos biglang may narinig akong boses sa loob. Ayun dumating na pala si Mama dito sa Manila.

She came to Manila to have more things fixed around the house and to have the house painted because she doesn't like the color. Something I agree with. The color of the house is waaay too depressing. Mag-isa na nga lang ako sa bahay tapos ganun pa kulay nya.

Well anyway, nag-luto ulit si Mama ng breakfast. Pero hindi yun ang kwento.

Naglaba at nag-plantsa si Mama. Ilang beses ko nang sinabi sa kanya na kumuha nalang sya ng gagawa nun. Pwede naman yung katulong ng tita ko, wala naman masyadong ginagawa ata yun eh. Pero mapilit tong si Mama.

"I ironed for 4 hours", sabi ni Mama.

"You ironed 20 of my shirts for 4 hours?!", tanong ko habang umiinom ng coke.

"Yeah. But I ironed them really nice.", sabi ni Mama.

"Ok", sabi ko ng tumatawa.

"Your denim pants though I didn't iron. That is where I draw the line"

Natawa nalang ako at natuwa. The last time that my mother ironed that many clothes was when I was in elementary which way more than 10 years ago. Tagal na no? Pero masaya ako na my mom does these things for me pag andito sya kasi alam ko naman na hindi na siya sanay sa mga ganun.

Ayun, bumili si mama ng malaking salamin para sa sala namin since ang salamin lang sa bahay eh yung nasa kwarto ko at yung nasa cr. The house looks soooo much better now. Once the paint-job is done and once the new couches arrive, I'll immediately post pictures here.

And as usual, pinagsasabihan parin ako ni mama dahil sa paninigarilyo ko. As usual, hindi pain ako nakikinig. hehe.

But I'm happy that my mom and I are so much closer now. A few nights, we talked about something. I won't discuss it yet. That itself deserves its own post in time. But for now, I just wanna say that I love my momma.