Nanay

Seven unanswered calls.

Why? This is unusual.

Nanay (mother) never failed to answer my calls. Never.

My heartbeat’s now racing, my mind’s now aching.

Monday has always been an extra hard day for me. With reports to submit, articles to read, I am totally drained.

With thumping heart and tired mind I dialed Nanay’s number again.

“Hello.”

I knew it wasn’t her.

“Where is Nanay?” I asked.

“Tatay (father) rushed her in the hospital.”

Oh. No. No. No.

“Why? What happened?”

“Her stomach is severely aching.”

Oh. The usual. But…

“Since when?”

“Two hours ago.”

“Are there results already?”

“We don’t know. They are still at the hospital, waiting for the results.”

All my remaining strength left me as fears rush in.

What could possibly happen? What could be the cause?

“Okay. Just look after our Nicole and Noel. I’ll go straight to the hospital.”

“Okay.”

I ended the call, as my pessimistic what-if’s trigger grim unwanted thoughts about Nanay.

©2015 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.

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DAY 11 of 50 Days of Gratefulness

Today I am grateful for my Nanay Fanny.

I have expressed my love for my Tatay in a letter. Tatay has been in several near death experiences before, that is why I have been praying for his life for years now.

As I fervently beg for extension for Tatay’s life, I forgot how important my Nanay is to me.

Until that fateful Monday night.

I saw her in deep pain, helpless. She tries to sleep in a cold metal bench, because she can’t be confined yet without the results.

Her lips almost white. Her closed eyes seems lifeless.

It struck me hard. I am the eldest of six. I have a four-year old sister. I can’t be a mom to them.

And.. I cannot live without Nanay. I just can’t.

She is not just my mother.

She is my bestfriend. She is my cook. She is my fortress. She is my mentor. She is my talking buddy. She is my textmate. She is my alarm clock. She is my spiritual advisor. She is my prayer warrior.

She is more than my mother.

She holds my hand firmly, and gripped me as the pain get worse. I closed my eyes, from then on, I started praying for her dear life.

~

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32 thoughts on “Nanay

  1. Parents are very dear. I got very sick when I was twenty-three. It’s been 7.5 years now and I wouldn’t be anywhere without their support. I hope your Nanay is alright. I can totally sympathize I am close to my Mom too. Beautiful poetry and writing here. I’m sure both your parents are so proud of you.

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  2. Dear Rose,
    I was wondering why I hadn’t seen anything from you this week. Thought you must be swamped with work. Then, I went to your blog, and I saw this! I am so sorry I didn’t check in earlier — you must have been wracked with worry. And I am SO glad that your Nanay is doing better — she sounds like a totally lovely person — which stands to reason, because you are a totally lovely person too!
    Beautiful, heartfelt post! Thank you for sharing. I hope your mother continues to recover fully.

    Take care, my friend,
    Vijaya

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