The hands that pushed the cradle | a tribute to old friends

5.31.2006

And since we're talking about OLD friends (can be senile...haha!), today, something extra-ordinary happened. Some people must be too ambitious with what makes them happy. Hey, I'm just 'mababaw'.

Anyway, we were able to revive a HOME today. I call it home, because it feels like it. I call it home because a FAMILY occupies it. I call it HOME, because it just feels so warm and comforting when I'm in the confines of it..and because it made me feel bad when it died down...and it made me do something about it.

Today, they all came. One by one...little by little...from all outskirts of urban living. Till we became that same old family again, back in those days. It felt like it was just yesterday...it was so long ago that we have failed to realize how "long" we've been away from the place...from each other's company. And how so much we missed the place. Today, we start anew. And then we move on.

Today will be tomorrow, until the place lives in all of us again.

Instinctively.

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This is for all the people who responded ASAP to my calling. Thank you so much. See you all again.