The Life of Precious…

I cannot say a word….it’s been a long time that I’m planning to write a story about Precious. As I recall, it’s been thirteen long years since I did not say something about her.  I hope I can compose one to honor her life as one of her children.

I still vividly remember and feel the day when sadness filled the entire sea. We were on a ship going back to her hometown. She will be starting to have her life again, to fight for a new life and survive with her two kids. She never gave up and kept her children her love and glory. Though she was broken and was destroyed by a careless easy go lucky selfish chap that just had came to her life.

As she was moving on with her life she met this old rich good widowed gentleman. He was sincerely fell in love with her and accepted her kids. All he asked her was to put her kids under his name so that there will be no more question coming from the dirty minds of the community. They had a beautiful life together she thought it will be forever. When year goes-by his good old man, a God’s gift from above started to get sickly perhaps because of his old age and eventually waved goodbye. It was a terrible time for Precious and she started to feel so in despair and they were too affected by the loss of a good man who gave them a wonderful life… a life just like a fairy tale.

It’s been two decades passed the man who had torn her into pieces just appeared. He was looking at her quite hesitant but talking to her as if nothing had happened. They were in their separate lives, having their own different family. It was awkward….After the casual meeting with her nightmare, she went back to her house carrying a heavy heart. It was a week that she was locked up into her room feeling so alone while listening to a loud music of Whitney Houston’s You’re Still My Man. I thought of being the shock absorber of the family. Seeing her and feeling her pain breaks me a lot. I felt so vulnerable and i cried silently every night. The sound in her room was a real torment into my soul.

Until one day I just felt that the stormy days were gone. People change and surviving was a fact of life everything must go on. Of course, not all days were perfect. She lived her life to its fullest. Like all things come its end she also bids farewell. As she goes I have promised that I will take care of my sibling and be a man who will stick to my family no matter what…… with these I know you have not lived your life in vain. I love you mommy.

Remembering you on your 13^th year death anniversary on August 29, 2013.