Mahal pa din kita, swear. Kaso kung ayaw mo na, okay lang. Hintayin mo na lang sana magcollege tayo para makalimutan na kita ng tuluyan. Hirap kasi lagi kitang nakikita eh. Sana pagpasensiyahan mo na ko ah, promise pag tapos ng highschool, di na kita guguluhin . <////3
The recipe of love must always include Some herbs and spices for fortitude; A tablespoon of forgiveness - A clove of loyalty - A cup of faith - And a sprig of honesty; A pinch of patience - A teaspoon of trust - A cup of friendship - And a bit of lust; Mix all these herbs and spices well - No other recipe could ever excel; Add (Girl's Name) and (Boy's Name) for proper effect; Then saute the whole in two cups of respect.
//Hey\\ I made this short story intended for a contest but my friends actually liked it and they requested me to post this on wattpad . =)) I am not really a good author but I did my best to finish this. I hope you like it ! This story is not really after romance or whatsoever, it's more on lessons that can be applied in real life. :) Thanksssss !
Certain thoughts are prayers. There are moments when, whatever be the attitude of the body, the soul is on its knees. ~Victor Hugo
I lift my head and cautiously sat down on the edge of the bed attempting to see how I look. I'm quite irritated with the ambiance maybe because the four walls around me including my bed are all off-white but I need to manage, at least I'll just wait till He fetch me. I stared at the mirror emotionless while removing some loose hair strands from my face. Do I look that awful? It's just normal for someone in this kind of condition. “Sweetie, can I come in? “, I was interrupted when mom entered the room. She stood awkwardly with a bouquet of flowers in her hands. I took a glance and smirked. She sat beside me and placed the bouquet of flowers on my desk and helped me remove some loose hair. But before she touched my hair I suddenly felt like I'm going to spit something, and I did. She tapped my back while vomiting, gave me a towel and I wiped my mouth with it. “How do you feel now? “, she stammered with her low voice. “Nothing's changed. Why do you keep on asking when you know the answer?” I lay down and gazed at the ceiling wondering how it looks like in heaven. Is heaven really true? Does it really look like paradise? Will I go there? Several interrogations clouded my mind 'til I heard her sobbing. I turned my head to mom's direction and I saw her wailing with her head lying on the bed, her right hand on my hand, her left hand holding a rosary. It hurts me a lot seeing my mom mourn over me. I'm not dead yet. I know I will be – but not yet. She must save her tears on the day I will leave permanently. Why is she affected that much? I know she cares for me and I feel it even when I'm asleep. But it breaks my heart seeing her sorrowful when I don't even bother dying. I'm not afraid because I know I'm with Him. I just hope He will accept me. I have realized that I'm still fortunate since I already know my expiration, unlike other people who never had a warning. “Please don't cry and don't pray for me. “ “But I – “she sputtered. “You know mom, I've been a very rebellious daughter and I know this is too much burden. I am a burden. I don't want you to feel sad even when I know sometimes I'm the reason why you shed tears, but just for now. Please don't cry. I don't want to see you troubled.” She wiped her tears and hugged me without any word. She stood up with a grin on her face and dried her tears though I know she's being sarcastic but then I went with the flow. “What do you want to eat?” she said with a husky voice. “No! What do YOU want to eat?” I tried to look cheerful and aggressive even though I really feel weak right now. “You want ice-cream, don't you?” I know it was her favorite and this is the time she will eat ice-cream again after a thousand years since she became busy with her job. She nodded and kissed me on my forehead and went off to the nearest store. Again, I'm alone. In this room, there are two beds and I occupy the bed on the right. I noticed some blood stains on my blanket. It's so tiny that only a keen observer can notice it. Then questions again began to pile up in my mind. How many people lay on this bed with the same blanket and same pillow? Who among them still live now and who among them passed away? How much tears wet this blanket when someone dies? How many people survived because of a miracle? Do miracles happen in the first place? Will He really protect me? I have doubts but I still manage to gain vigor and faith whenever I remember that I'm a miracle baby. And who else did it? All of us are vulnerable. Even a stone will be eventually crushed and become dust. I'm a hard stone but then I have become weak. I have limits. Everyone does. One of these limits is death. What's good between life and death? I kept asking my mind while playing with a rubber band I found under the bed. I kept stretching it until it is fully-stretched. Then I thought for a while. What's good between life and death? I asked once more and looked at the stretched rubber band. I have something in my mind that words can't express and I don't know why. The answer in my question is at the tip of my tongue. “Think. Think.” I whispered. KNOCK-KNOCK! “I bought the ice-cream!” she said lively as she entered the room. “I bet those ice-creams are frozen.” I said sarcastically. She gave me the melted chocolate ice-cream with fudge brownies and m&m toppings. “So what kept you busy while I'm gone?”She said while catching the drops of melted ice-cream from the cone. “I just – did nothing.” I was about to tell her the questions that kept running in my mind but I remembered that she is now smiling and I don't want to take that smile from her by reminding her that I will die soon. “You know what you will not be bored later.” “Why not?” “The nurse told me that they will move one patient in this room. They said he is a priest.” “So, what's with that? It's not very exciting.” I reached for the table napkin on the desk beside my bed. “I just thought that you may have someone to talk to.” She looked disappointed. “Oh yes! That would be fun! “I stammered scornfully. “Great. So I better go. I need to go back to the office. Will you be fine if I leave you? Just call the nurses when you need something. Please be nice to your roommate. He is also dying.” She pleaded. I am not left alone because before mom could get out of the room, my roommate came. He does not look like he's in a good condition, besides having cancer, he is incapable of walking. I bet he suffers much more than I do. The nurses laid him down on the bed but he insisted to sit on the edge of it. Before the nurses left us, they injected steroids on the man's arm and prepared its respirator. He must be so sick. Now only the two of us are left. He's not looking at me but at my direction. I turned my head at my back to see what he is staring at but all I see was a white wall with some brown stains at the top. Then I remembered that mom said that he is a priest so I did not waste the opportunity to ask him questions. I gingerly stood up and walked towards him and stared at his face. It seems like he has no idea that I'm approaching. Is he blind? “Excuse me, who are you?”He uttered. I was surprised since he felt my presence even though he cannot see. “I'm Trish. W-will you mind if I talk to you?” He nodded. “Are you blind?” “Yes. Why?” “Nothing. I was just curious. You are a priest, right?” “I am and I love serving Him.” “How come He let you suffer these consequences? You told it yourself, you serve Him but why did He punished you?” “Child, this is not punishment. This is a blessing. “ “Why is it a blessing?” I'm confused. He will die soon but why doesn't he feel any regret? I know I should be asking this to myself but he was a good man, way better than me, so why was he penalized? I pity him. “This illness united my family again” He smirked. “You are a priest, but why do you have a family?” He did not answer instantly, he laughed instead. “I have a big family but only few recognize me.” “Why and how was it possible for you to become a priest when you have off springs?” He took a deep breath and smiled. “I have many children. Billions of children who became the reason why I suffer much. But, do you know what I did to make it all through?” “What?” “I trusted Him. “ “I don't get it.” “You'll understand very soon my child.” Then a smile formed in his face. I really can't fathom what he's trying to point out. Billions of children? Is that even possible? Then I suddenly threw up. My stomach began to hurt. I was like spitting out my insides. It's a very awful feeling. “Are you okay?” He asked. “Yes” “Here's a towel.” I grabbed the towel, wiped my mouth, drank water to be relieved and sat again beside the priest's bed. I asked him what's between life and death and told him my Thomas about God. I'm not religious. I smoke, drink, do things a teenager wouldn't normally do and I didn't believe in God, much less trust Him until I knew about my illness. That was when I started discerning things and I tried to get back to Him. “So you're saying you don't trust God?” He said. “Yes but that was before. But now, I want to trust Him. I just can't offer Him my trust.” “Why?” “I'm afraid He might reject me after all the sins I have committed.” I answered him with a low voice. He did not comment. Instead, he asked me to hand the rubber band that I am holding. He kept playing with it. “You believe in life? And you believe in death?” I nodded. “And you're asking me what's between life and death? Why do you think this gap exists? “He pointed the middle part of the stretched rubber band. What does he mean? I am clueless. I did not answer his question. I just whispered “Then why?” “Life only exists through God. Death only exists through God.” I can't cope up and I'm losing our conversation. “What do you mean?” “Child, God also made gaps of life and death to give you enough time to confess your sins and to – forgive you. All you need is to give Him your trust and he will take care of the rest.” His voice is like an echo. But my visions started to blur. Everything faded. His voice kept on repeating in my head and now I finally understand. Hope, it is the good thing between life and death. Death is when this rubber band breaks. Hope is when it is being expanded until it's fully stretched and broken. Hope is when I was still given the chance to realize the errors I made in my life and I need to do it before this rubber band breaks. I guess this is the end. I am asking forgiveness to Him. I am giving Him my life and my trust. I felt my head hit the floor but it did not hurt because the priest's hands support it. He's not crying or worried. He was just firmly smiling. “I have many children. Billions of children who became the reason why I suffer much. But, do you know what I did to make it all through?” “What?” “I trusted Him. “
“I don't get it.” “You'll understand very soon my child.”
“Are you okay?” “Yes” he stood up and handed me a towel. I felt goose bumps because he was able to walk.
“Child, God also made gaps of life and death to give you enough time to confess your sins and to – forgive you. All you need is to give Him your trust and he will take care of the rest.”
Everything mixed up in my mind. The things he said kept echoing and flashbacks kept playing. Who is He? I didn't even know His name. As I lay on the floor with blurred vision I saw mom crying. The priest stood up and walked towards the door but before he left, He waved and smiled. A signal that I must follow Him. Who is He? That's the question in my mind as the nurses carry me and placed me on a stretcher. Various voices echoed but His is the loudest. Who is He who had billions of children? I closed my eyes and heaved a sigh and rested on His arms.
----------------------------- " Don't let the noise of the world, block out the voice of God" - Anonymous
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