Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Mommy Please Come Home



When I was a kid, mom and dad were always away to work. I was left with my auntie. This auntie of mine is my mother's sibling. She's still single and very good to me. She's taking care of me like I'm her own. By then I started calling her mommy.   


She sends and fetches me to school whenever she's free. She always buys stuffs for me. My cousins got envy whenever she does it. We really got closed to each other. One day she told me she has to go abroad to work. I was left crying. I was even sent to the hospital because my weight dropped. I cannot eat well.




As days and months passed by, I learned to live away from her. We exchange letters every now and then. I keep on writing her the things I want her to send me like toys, shoes and clothes. Good thing telephone arises; I don’t have to wait for weeks before I’ll have her response. We don’t have a phone in our house that time so I need to travel to town just to talk to her.
                One day my real mom bought a cellular phone, a huge and heavy cellular phone. It is as big as two detergent soap bars. Since then, mommy and I talked more often and I remember I cried several times too over the phone because she said “I can’t go home for Christmas, just enjoy yourself okay?!”

Years have gone so fast and I grew fast too. One time mommy and I had an online date. She couldn’t believe what she saw when I turned on my webcam. I’m already a teenager. I’m almost as tall as she is. Since then we often use the internet to talk. I even ask my grandparents to stay in front of the webcam so that mommy can see them too.

Technology really serves us greatly. It can make people meet even thousands of miles is between them. I’m very thankful the people beyond the technology we’re enjoying right now but I can’t still help myself from saying, “Mommy please come home!”

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