Dialogue

You made me worried sick last night, child.

We were staying up late these past few days. Last night, we managed to stay up till your uncle came home from work. Was that 12:30, child? I think it was. We hurried to open the door for him, so as not to make the dogs bark and wake up your mamita. I know you like her, even though you haven’t really seen her. She’s my mom, you see. You must have sensed the connection.

But, you may have disapproved of my hasty actions and made me feel pain in your zone. I must have rocked or startled you to terror. How you saved yourself of my incautious actions. I wonder what you think of me, little one…

You pulled something from my inside and it made me cry like a girl. The pain prevented me from standing straight, it was as if you were holding on so tight to one of my veins [in fear that I may do something stupid again. I apologize. I didn’t know you can get that scared that easily]. You probably feared for your own life—you clung to it like the survivor that you are. I know, I feel you, my love.

Your uncle saw me scampering like a dog, face reddened in the twisting pain you have caused. But I am not mad at you…I understand…I love you too damn much not to endure anything for you, child.

Your uncle also panicked, you know. And with the very intention of why I stood up in haste was defeated—Pong woke up your mamita. She rushed to us, saw me in tears, with hands tucked under my belly. I tried to calm you in my human ways, but futile. I know you didn’t want mamita to see us like that, child. I know you didn’t want to make anyone feel scared and helpless. In her motherly ways, mamita rubbed my belly and I know you felt her touch you…I felt you slowly succumbing to her gentle touché and you finally let go of your tight grip. I decided to double check on you and went to see if my urine wasn’t the color of love. You were brave and have let go of me…by will.

Please do not be scared ever again, my sweet one. I am here. I will never let harm stray your way. I will never let anything happen to you without my scrutiny. These are just words, for the mortals…I know. But my love for you is as immortal as the songs I sing to you before we sleep at night. As constant as my dreams for you and as picturesque as my vivid sights of you and me [and hopefully, your kitty]…together. As strong as your father's voice holding us. I have never seen you, nor touched you, but you are my first star at night..my very own pair of heaven.

You scared me last night, child… and I can take more….for you.