First Forever (A Repost)

First princess
for them, that’s me.
First forever
that’s them, for me.

I am a champion
among millions of racers.
They are conquerors
of life’s stumbling glaciers.

I am a dreamer
chasing high goals.
They’re the cheerleaders
who push me to brawl.

I will marry and
have family someday.
But surely they will be
with me all the way.

Because, first princess
for them, that’s me.
And first forever
that’s them, for me.

©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.
First published: January 23, 2016

Photo credit: Unsplash


A poem for my beloved Nanay and Tatay whose celebrating their wedding’s silver anniversary!

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They are my first forever. ❤

Heart’s Voice*

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Let your words
say nothing but thanks.
Let your heart
beats nothing but love.

©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.

Photo credit: Mayur Gala


In response to Daily Post: Voice

*My heart is currently badly broken by the death of Courageous Caitie. She is a 3-year old Filipina who has been diagnosed with a very rare type of blood cancer. Her family flew from the Philippines to Singapore to have a concrete diagnosis, as no local doctors were able to identify her illness.

I have been following her story. Her parents’ faith is admirable amid the pain they are going through. But above all, I am in awe of Caitie’s courage. She is tough for a three-year old kid.

Now ,she is on God’s loving arms. No more pain. But my heart is still breaking, especially for her mom.

I can never grasp how painful it is to lose a kid you have reared for nine months. I can never ever understand that.

All I can offer now is prayers.

Please offer some for them, too?

Thank you!

 

Numbered Mind

Three is my favourite number. But after that candle-incident, it’s now four.

There are four candles in my cake. Mom and Dad want me to blow them all. I didn’t. Mom shouted, but not at me. She cried, wailed on the floor while I group the pasta strands in three, silently. She went inside their room then went out with her four-wheel bag. She hugged me tight. She said sorry and I love you, four times each. She left.

I think her favorite number is four.

Dad hugged me, told me not to cry. I didn’t. I can’t count my tears. I don’t like things I can’t count. Just like my mouth don’t like words it cannot say, which is all.

24 days after, mom’s still not home but I am happy. ‘Cause for the first time, Dad and I went out of the house. I can’t look at people’s eyes but I am amazed to see the long staircase. Excited to count them, I run and climbed up, up and up. I am in 44th step when I looked back.

I can’t see Dad.

Maybe his favourite number is five.

Word count: 190

©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.

Photo credit: Louise of Storyteller’s Abode


In response to Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (FFfAW) March 08, 2016.

Rules:

  • a flash fiction challenge (stories in 100-175 words or less)
  • each story should have a beginning, a middle, and an end
  • no serial (continuation) stories
  • include a pingback to the challenge post

Thank you for a beautiful prompt, Priceless Joy!

P.S.

This is inspired by a fictional character from the book I am currently reading; Love Anthony by Lisa Genova.

Read more short stories here:

First Forever

First princess

for them, that’s me.

First forever

that’s them, for me.

I am a champion

among millions of racers.

They are conquerors

of life’s stumbling glaciers.

I am a dreamer

chasing high goals.

They’re the cheerleaders

who pushes me to brawl.

I will marry and

have family someday.

But surely they will be

with me all the way.

Because, first princess

for them, that’s me.

And first forever

that’s them, for me.

©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.

Photo credit: Amaris


DAY 49 of 50 Days of Gratefulness

Today, the penultimate day of my 50-day series, I am grateful for the two persons who are responsible for my existence, my dearest Tatay and Nanay.

Their lives are my life’s greatest answered prayer.

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Gratefulness, at its Best

The awesome trip, Christmas parties and the holiday break put my writer-self into sleep! 😀

Because I have been absent for quite a while, I know I have to explain. (facepalm) I have no internet connection at home, that is why I blog at my office. I live in a province, not so far-flung but still far from the city.

Nonetheless, today, I am able to sneak sometime in an internet shop! (HAHA) So here’s a quick update for my 50 Days of Gratefulness!

Day 13 – I am grateful for a safe trip blessed by God’s mighty hands.

Day 14 – I am grateful that I experienced to get my fingernails and toenails done! (Yes, for the first time in 23 years!)

Day 15 – I am grateful for the job that God has blessed me this year. My decision was definitely right.

Day 16 – I am grateful for my two tiny feet, that allows me to literally move forward and climb up and up and up!

Day 17 – I am grateful for my dearest‘s grand gestures during our anniversary. (YES, cheesy at its best!)

Day 18 –  I am grateful for all the coffee that I consumed this year! Cheers to more coffee next year! 😀

Day 19 – I am more than grateful to still have my Tatay and Nanay with me. Their lives are surely my biggest miracle.

Day 20 – I am grateful for the thrilling sand dune experience that I had during our trip! It was surely a blast!

Day 21  – I am grateful for Mitch Albom’s sharing of my posts on is own Facebook. (Ultimate fangirling moment, those are!)

Day 22 – I am grateful to witness a proposal, for the first time! It’s really tear jerking and sweet! (That’s my bestfriend and her man!)

Day 23 – I am grateful for the two strikes that I, miraculously did, when our office joined a bowling tourney!

Day 24 – Today, I am just grateful to blog again! I missed everyone! 😀

P.S. I will catch up on reading your posts, soon! ❤

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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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