Home for the Weekend

07-16-2010 Friday

When I got off the jeepney, the first thing I saw was my gramma standing outside our house, looking out as if she's expecting me to be home even though I didn't tell her that I'm gonna be home for the weekend. I was smiling as I walked up the street towards our house, thinking that she already saw me. I was holding a big plastic bag that contained my one week worth of dirty clothes, a little something for my mom to wash since I couldn't find the time to do the laundry in the boarding house.

I greeted my gramma and she was completely caught off-guard as if I popped out of nowhere. "Didn't see you coming!" she said happily, taking the plastic bag from my hand.

"I thought you saw me" I said.

"No, I didn't. I was just standing here, I saw someone got off the jeepney but I didn't know that it was you." she was saying as we walked inside the house.

Damien saw me instantly and as always, he was wagging his tail like crazy, his butt swaying left and right. I ran to him and hugged the spoiled, furry, white dog.

It feels good to be home with my gramma in a good mood and my mom not acting like an emotionless statue. I saw her in the bathroom, filling up containers with water from the tap. I left my dirty clothes in the floor beside her, hoping she'll get the gist that I want her to do the laundry instead of having my gramma do it. If she didn't pick it up, I would be the one to wash my clothes, thankfully, she did. Good, no episode of uselessness for the day.

I went back to the room where my gramma was and thought it's time to share her the good news.

"I got the result from the 2D Echo." I began, smiling.

She immediately looked concerned. "What about it?"

"Well... The doctor said I'm as normal as I could get. He assured me I can get through this without any complications." I wanted to add, 'I'm gonna live, gramma! For real!' but I kept it to myself.

Her face lightened and I can see that she's so relieved to hear that I'm gonna be fine. "Good to hear that."

"But.. He said I still need to undergo a surgery in the future. I'll talk to dad about it, to ask for financial help."

"I'm sure he will help. He may not look like it, but he cares about you, always remember that." and I believed her when she told me that.

I remembered when my dad made the effort to call me a few weeks ago. It's something that I didn't bother posting in here, because it seemed irrevelant at that time. The conversation we've had was basically about my mom's nervous breakdown. I intend to tell him about my current situation but decided it might not be a good idea. He's my dad alright, but he has been a stranger ever since he left us. There was a time when I was so mad at him, when we've had some fights but it doesn't mean I knew more about him during those times when we used to have constant communication. Now, we rarely do. And if it wasn't for the fact that I'm gonna need some financial help, I wouldn't be reaching out to him in the first place. Meet my dad, the stranger. Tangled family ties. Sheesh, what a crazy life I have.

After a few more talks with gramma, we ate dinner then, I slept early. I had a good nights sleep. For a change, I dreamt of happy thoughts

Labels: 2D Echo, gramma, heart problem, home, mother, pink crimson, result

posted by Monica-Lynne @ 8:18 PM