Don't give me that doubting look because I am not kidding.`
Anyway, my friends have been hearing over and over how and why I don't like going home and if their lucky, how I detest some family scenarios. I even tell them the whole story, the telenovela-like lines, etcetera. But, this christmas, everything is far out. I never thought we'd be as poor as this:
My mother asked me to stay in the store early morning so they could go to the market and buy some food for noche buena. It has been the routine since we gone on vacation so it wasn't really a big deal. Then, around lunch time, my mother gave me some macaroni soup. Again, this has also been a routine since it's easier to cook that than any other food. So, again that was fine. All day, that's the only thing I ate, macaroni soup. I'm not getting hungry though, just thinking that we're probably going down the SES ladder. Ugh. Fortunately, I went with my brother to OLPH, a church. A friend of his invited us to their house to eat dinner. So, I got to eat dinner with rice and barbeque. I went to mass, alone, since my brother is serving. We went home around 11pm. I went down in time for noche buena. Note that we didn't eat together since my father is asleep, Angie went ahead, and I chose to eat last. After eating, I went upstairs and indulge in the laptop.
It never helped that my father is here, that he came back just in time for Christmas. It sucks that we don't go to mass together anymore. It hurts that the day before the Savior is born, all you hear are sarcastic lines of how nice it is for them to have us as their kids or on the other hand, how nice it is to have them as our parents.
I have to look on the bright side:
At least, this is better than our Christmas next year.
Hi Jesus! Welcome to this chaotic world. Please shower your peace heavily on our family that we may all, in unity, love you as you love us. Grant me the inspiration to hope that there is really a bright future for all of us because God, I'm losing hope, and you know it. Thank you for coming to save us from desolation. Amen.
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Two roads divereged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
- Road Not Taken by Robert Frost
