Just got home from spending the weekend at my parents place. Special shout out to my younger bro, Ivor, Happy birthday bro! You’re the best!
Anyway, we had fun at my parents house. We cooked and had lots and lots of chikas to share. I realized, I missed my parents and siblings so much. I missed our talks during siestas and I missed the sumptous food. It makes me sad to think that in a couple of months, they will be moving out of that house.
That was our third house and one that my parents owned. The first house we had was somewhere in Mother Ignacia. It was an apartment my parents rented. That was where I was born but I remember little about it. The second was a house that my parents also rented somewhere in Project 6 and we stayed there until I was in Grade 6. My younger bro and sis were born in that house and there was a lot of fond memories. I was sad when we had to leave that place but I guess, the excitement of moving into a house of our own exceeded the sadness I felt. And now they’re moving again.
The house my parents owned was built in a land where my maternal grandfather and my dad shared ownership. That was why our house was only built on half the portion of the land. My parents worked and saved hard to be able to build that house. When my “lolo” fell sick with cancer, he had to take a loan from the bank to be able to buy meds using the whole land as a collateral. My dad had no choice but to sign the agreement as my “lolo” still had a wife (his third) and 3 young girls. Towards the end, when lolo felt his life was nearing the end, he and dad decided to sell the land, pay the loan, and divide the money. When “lolo” finally died, he wasn’t able to sell the land and pay the loan. His wife (who wasn’t his wife yet when they bought the land) was so itchy to get her hands on the money that she was pressuring my parents to sell the land. She was even spreading a lot of rumors about our family. It was a hard time for my parents as my dad just retired, my youngest sister still in school (college) and that bitch of a woman refusing to pay the monthly interest on the loan. Take note though, that my parents did not get even a centavo when lolo took out that loan. Meaning, that woman spent most of the money on her kaprichos and her spoiled daughter’s braces, expensive rubber shoes and cellphones.
My parents ranted to us but never uttered a word outside the house. Even during the meetings, they never complained. Finally a buyer was able to buy the house. Side kwento: My mom let her “waray-blood” show one time in a meeting and shouted at the bitch. The woman had the gall to tell them that our house was only worth P300k. Hello! Our house is not that extravagant but it was decent. Tell me, can you really build a 5 bedroom bungalow house with 3 toilets and baths with just P300K??!! Stupid woman! But what can I say, my dad was right, never bother wasting time with someone who never finished grade school. Sorry, if only she had a decent attitude and sound character she would never hear that from me. Anyway, so the house and lot (all 956 square meters in a prime QC subdivision) was sold at way less than the value of the land. All because the bitchs’ hand was itching to get the money to squander away. She was such a noisy woman! She kept demanding that the payment go directly to her bank account when it wasn’t even legal to do that. Yeah, she was the wife and all that but she was not the wife yet when the lot was bought and divided. She should be thankful my dad even agreed to sell his share of the lot or else she would’ve gotten much less than she got. The buyer was so pissed off at her that he had to tell the woman to think things through before saying anything. The buyer even told her she should be thankful because she is getting four shares (hers and her three daughters) when my mom only gets one. I just admire my dad’s strong character. He was more concerned of the 3 young kids my lolo left behind.
Enough of the ranting. The buyer was kind enough to give my parents some allowance in finding a new place to move into. I know it’s going to happen soon enough and given the limited time that I have in going there, I took the opportunity last weekend to go around the house and reminisce. Gosh there were a lot of memories in that house. It was there that I cried over a broken heart. My parents room where I would sleep when they turn on the AC, my brother’s room where I spent my time when Ahiya R was still there; The beloved dogs we cherished and buried; The living room where I spent the night burning the telephone wires when my husband was still courting me. I could go on and on.
It makes me feel really sad because the house was something my parents worked very hard for, but I guess, like they say, when God closes a door, He opens a window. I said a prayer of thanks for the many memories our family shared in that place. I also said a prayer asking that God will continue to guide our family in the new beginning He has given us. Whatever lies in store, as long as God is with all of us and we stick together, wherever we may be, I’m sure we will continue to make and cherish memories.
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On another note, the weekend gave me time to finish another lay out just in time for Valentine’s day. I’m still a tad slow in doing LO’s but I know that with time and practice I could perform better. If and when i do get better at this, how do you join a creative team? Sorry am a digiscrap dummy as of yet. Can someone enlighten me on this? Thanks!
Hope you like my LO for hubby :
CREDITS:
Paper:
Shabby Princess Moody Blues Square and Dots Paper, Shabby Princess Moody Blues Striped Paper, Shabby Princess Moody Blues Tile Paper, Shabby Princess Moody Blues MedBlue Paper, Shabby Princess Moddy Blues Light Blue Paper, Shabby Princess Moody Blues Swirls Paper
Embellishments:
Digital Scrapbook Place Wire Heart, MShefveland Staples, Heritage Cherish Tag
Alpha:
Shabby Princess Moody Blues Alpha
Journaling:
I am watching you sleep tonight and I can’t help but feel overwhelming love for you. I truly cherish these times when I can just watch you sleep. It is not everyday that we can be together the entire night and I feel like if I sleep I’d miss you more.
People may think that you are not the most ideal husband there is, but heck I’m far from being the ideal wife. You’re the ideal husband for me and so much more. Sure you have your flaws and shortcomings (heck I do too!), but you know, those things don’t even matter anymore because without them, you would not have been the man I fell in love with and married. You have been and will always be my very best friend. When everyone else has left me, I am confident that you will still be at my side, holding my hand. You have proved that to me right from the start. Through the years, you have always stood beside me. Even in my darkest days of impatience, nagging and irritability, you have never stopped being the ‘Ping’ I fell in love with 9 years ago - ever patient, loyal and sweet. I wish I could say that I was like that to you, but I know I’m not.
Please know that I truly appreciate you - your whole being and persona, your quiet gentleness, your enduring patience, your fierce love and loyalty to your family and friends, your fear of God, and your great love for humanity. Stay being ‘Ping’, for I know no other arms to embrace me with than yours, no other laughter, no other love than yours.
