The Hand that Rocked my Cradle
December 30, 2005It seems that I have lost my sense of self more than I htought. It’s been
seven months now that I haven’t seen my mother. God, how time flies! Or did
it? Was it merely my pride that drove her out of my mind just because I
couldnt’ pay my financial debts to her? was it the constant pain that
everytime I try to contact her to ask how she is doing I always hear her
reports on my brother’s latest misfit, or my sister’s latest ignorance, or
my father’s latest self-absorbed, egotistic declaration on how mistreated
and misunderstood he is?
For that, I don’t know. And I don’t care anymore. I have plucked up the
courage to call her and tell her how sorry I was taht I have never tried to
call her up or send a text message. For all it’s worth, I sent my sincerest
apologies and deepest love in the 20-minute call.
She was in tears halfway through the call. It was I think the first time
that I made my mother cry. It tore me apart. I never want to do it again.
To my dearest mom: I will always, ALWAYS love you. And I’ll make sure you
remember that by making sure I devote a peso’s worth of text very often.
–
Frank Lee
Blog: http://franklee.i.ph
Mobile: +639278747234
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