Preparations

05-18-2010 Tuesday

When I arrived in the house, Damien greeted me from under the table, his usual spot, tails wagging excitedly at me. I kicked my shoes out of my feet, went to him and scratched his chin.

I peeked into the room, and saw neither my gramma nor my mom was there. My mom was probably somewhere, passing time, living joyfully, doing nothing. I heard a scratching sound in the kitchen so I headed towards it and found my gramma scrubbing some dried food residues on the pan. She was too busy with the pan that she didn't notice me.

I pulled the fridge door open and that's when she glanced up to look at me. "Oh food's ready. I'm just cleaning this before you bring this." she said.

I nodded. Then, I remembered I told her I'll be bringing that pan with me and here she is, cleaning it for me. That's how much she cared about me. Even though I'll be going away, I can feel her caring for me. It should only be me doing this preparations but she knew better to help me out. She knows how tired I am with my job so she's doing the best way she can to help. I'll miss that care for sure while I'm gone.

I sat on the dining table and opened the rice cooker. Warm smoke came out of it and I smelled the wonderful aroma of a newly cooked rice. As I serve some rice in my plate, I thought about how it's gonna be with Alex. I'm sure I'll be the one to cook for myself, I wouldn't be bringing the rice cooker with me so my only wish is that I don't burn the rice. Darn, the thought of living without my gramma alone is hard already.

My breakfast is simple: sunny side up egg and corned beef but the fact that my gramma did exert an effort to prepare my meal made it extra special, like what it is everyday.

I was thinking about the things that I'll miss as I eat. Maybe I would also lose a few pounds, ok, that may be a good thing. But still, it's gonna be hard to do things on my own when I leave.

Damien seemed to have noticed me deep in thought so he tugged me with his huge paw. I looked down at him, sweet little thing, I thought, he looks like he knew everything without me having to say it.

I finished eating, gathered up the dishes and brought it to the sink.

My gramma is still there, still scrubbing the precious pan, "Let me take care of that, you go get some sleep now." she said, looking at the dishes I put on the sink.

See, how life is easy with her? I nodded, "Ok, I'm going to bed.." was all I can say. I wanted to say that I appreciate everything she has done for me but it was like saying goodbye, I'm only gonna be away for a couple of months, then I'm going back. No need to be sentimental. No drama please...for now.

Labels: Damien, decisions, gramma, home, moving out, pink crimson

posted by Monica-Lynne @ 4:45 PM