I find it hard sometime to walk to the kitchen. Yeah, my very own kitchen. I am afraid of the music that comes after it. I am frighten by the melody. I admit, sometimes I avoid the kitchen and the living room, not that I don't want to be there, but I don't think I can handle the situation to be there.
I have visions that, its gonna be an awful hit. Sometime I am a useless mind reader who scares no one but the hell of myself. Just like the tsunami alert, I have a bell ringing in my head alerting me not to access certain place when I don't feel I am supposed to.
But what if I am hungry? What if I need to get something or just a feeling of being at that certain place? I bare the noise. And I can assure you, it is a part of me. The noise is my root, the music is who I am.
She is my full time singer, my grandmother. Old people are very sensitive. They are very fragile. Without a doubt, old people are very funny. You just got to learn to walk and enjoy the maze.
My grandmother, like other old people... She wants to be heard, she needs the attention and most of all she wants to be part of my life. There is time when she worries for nothing and the melody start, but most of the time, she is just singing so that I keep an eye on her.
One day, I might be like her. One day, I would be singing for my grand daughters ears. And one day, hopefully, I am as strong as she is.
p/s:
you may avoid situations, but don't neglect your elderly. they are the one who pray for you non-stop even without you asking them.
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