โHinahanap-hanap pa rin kita. Ewan ko kung bakit ba~โ
The music overflows from the radio of the neighboring ๐ด๐ข๐ณ๐ช-๐ด๐ข๐ณ๐ช store where I bought a pack of canton and an egg. Christmas is early in the Philippines, but now it is more evident that December is already the month of the calendar.
I went back to my place and boiled water. I looked at the calendar which lies on my table. With a pen on my hand, I drew on a number printed on the thin paper. The tough is tougher this month. Thereโs the 2-week examinations and the final term requirements which needs to be done by this month.
Christmas. Itโs Christmas once more. Itโs just as if the yesterdays just fleeted. The run of the days is faster today. Just like I canโt decipher the message of the fast rotation of the Earth, I also canโt explain how I feel about all.
โ๐๐๐๐๐ฉ ๐ฃ๐ ๐จ๐๐๐ฃ ๐๐ ๐ค ๐ฅ๐๐๐๐ก๐๐ฃ๐-๐๐๐ก๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ฃ๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ฃ๐๐๐ฃ, ๐ฌ๐๐ก๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ก๐๐ ๐ข๐ค.โ
The mellow music is still audible, going through my bedroom window from the store just outside of it.
The song is right; thereโs nothing that compares to you. Ever since then, the memories of your sweet presence still linger on in my head. Now, with all these miles away from you, and the time of Christmas is in due, I am longing more to be closer to you.
In my little head, I can always remember the colorful lights flickering in patterns. Red, green, blue, yellow. The bulbs are dancing. There are also the ๐ฑ๐ข๐ณ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ด and the Christmas trees which have different ornaments being shown-off. On this occasion, I expect to savor the spaghetti and salad by ๐ฏ๐ข๐ฏ๐ข๐บ, and on the other side would be the smoking barbeque being tended to by the men of the family. This season, your breeze is the most anticipated to look forward to.
Oh, my home, Iโm longing for you!
I miss the mornings I wake up to with a breakfast waiting for me. And when I get home after a long day, a homey ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ณ๐บ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ข, or dinner, if Iโd be late. The noise will never leave the house because the family is whole. This. This is what I always long for especially this Christmas. At this moment, Iโm far from that. I canโt even do a single decoration around here, unlike at home where itโs just September and yet the decorations are already starting to dazzle.
I smiled at my sweet reminisce and looked back at the calendar. The 24th of the month is encircled, and beside it are the words โIโm going home.โ
The water boiled and then breakfast is served. I golloped the tummy-fillers I prepared for a long travel that awaits me.
Written by: Meya Teves
Artwork by: Val Malinao
