Most kids has the title "Daddy's Girl" or "Mama's Boy".
Me, I am my "Lola's Girl".. and I'm proud of it. I'll always be.
My Lola raised me. She took care of me since I was a toddler until I was in college. For my mom, has been an OFW for so many years.
My Lola is my best buddy. We have each other side by side. She always take me where ever she goes. We traveled together. She wipes my tears and comforts me. She scratch my back gently while singing some old Bisaya songs until I fell asleep.
She loves to listen to my stories, but I am more enjoy, amazed, and entertained by her never ending stories about her life, the war, her encounters with mysterious creature, the place where she was raised, how she met Lolo, how is she being a mother to her 8 children, what happened when my mom's twin sister went to heaven too soon, and more stories that I never get tired of listening. Stories that I will treasure and forever will be part of my life.
I learned almost everything from her. She's the one who teach me about life. What to do and not to do, what's right and what's wrong, what and who are to be avoided, and who deserves my respect. I've grown to be a tough girl. She trained me to be strong in every situation. I am easy to cry but I fight. Thanks to my Lola. She told me that it's okay to cry but should not give up the fight without fighting back. I need to be strong and pick myself up when I'm down.
She has been my mom for half my life. We go to the market every Saturday and buy my favorite siopao and Leche-con-Yelo. She eats the rest of the puto and latik while complaining for I only eat the sweet toppings. I can't forget the time when I followed the tricycle while running and crying so loud when she tried to leave me with our neighbors. She sometimes sneaks successfully though, but never forgets to bring me pasalubong.
She loves me. She scolds me when I make mistakes. But she never put her hands on me. Even on my naughtiest times. She's always there to listen and understand me. Her door is available all the time and welcomes me hands wide open.
I miss her. I miss her so bad that I wish I can bring back the time.
I miss the never ending story telling. I miss the Bisaya songs.
I regret a lot of things. I have been so busy with my life, I forgot that my Lola is getting older. Visits got fewer and shorter. Time has passed and too late for me when I realized she's not getting any younger. How I wish I stayed longer the last time I'm home. How I wish I should have followed my instincts two months ago that I should go home and spend time with her. I should have joined the whole family celebrating her birthday last May. But regrets can do nothing.
She's gone.
I want to say thank you and sorry, but she's already gone.
I keep on asking why she have not waited for me, but I realized my Lola waited for me for a long time. I just thank God, I have given a chance that day to talk to her and hear her voice for the last time. She told me she's fine. She's old, but not ill. She was supposed to be 102 years old, but recorded as 97. Such a strong woman indeed. No one expected that she's leaving that day. She just told us that she wants to go to sleep so we stopped the call. We never thought that would be a very long sleep she'll make.
My Lola rest peacefully with our God. She was not able to woke up again in this world, but in heaven I know, we all know, she's happy with Lolo who have waited for her for almost 3 decades.
It hurts so bad. I keep blaming myself since the day she's gone. Too much regrets. But I know she's not happy with it. So, as what she's always telling me, I get up, and continue the fight. I have to be strong. I know someday all the pain will be gone and will be replaced with the thought that Lola is happy wherever she is now.
I can't bring back the time. I realized, I should be thankful for the life I have. For waking up each day and the chance to live with my love ones. I should treasure every moment that I have with my family.
Me, I am my "Lola's Girl".. and I'm proud of it. I'll always be.
My Lola raised me. She took care of me since I was a toddler until I was in college. For my mom, has been an OFW for so many years.
My Lola is my best buddy. We have each other side by side. She always take me where ever she goes. We traveled together. She wipes my tears and comforts me. She scratch my back gently while singing some old Bisaya songs until I fell asleep.
She loves to listen to my stories, but I am more enjoy, amazed, and entertained by her never ending stories about her life, the war, her encounters with mysterious creature, the place where she was raised, how she met Lolo, how is she being a mother to her 8 children, what happened when my mom's twin sister went to heaven too soon, and more stories that I never get tired of listening. Stories that I will treasure and forever will be part of my life.
I learned almost everything from her. She's the one who teach me about life. What to do and not to do, what's right and what's wrong, what and who are to be avoided, and who deserves my respect. I've grown to be a tough girl. She trained me to be strong in every situation. I am easy to cry but I fight. Thanks to my Lola. She told me that it's okay to cry but should not give up the fight without fighting back. I need to be strong and pick myself up when I'm down.
She has been my mom for half my life. We go to the market every Saturday and buy my favorite siopao and Leche-con-Yelo. She eats the rest of the puto and latik while complaining for I only eat the sweet toppings. I can't forget the time when I followed the tricycle while running and crying so loud when she tried to leave me with our neighbors. She sometimes sneaks successfully though, but never forgets to bring me pasalubong.
She loves me. She scolds me when I make mistakes. But she never put her hands on me. Even on my naughtiest times. She's always there to listen and understand me. Her door is available all the time and welcomes me hands wide open.
I miss her. I miss her so bad that I wish I can bring back the time.
I miss the never ending story telling. I miss the Bisaya songs.
I regret a lot of things. I have been so busy with my life, I forgot that my Lola is getting older. Visits got fewer and shorter. Time has passed and too late for me when I realized she's not getting any younger. How I wish I stayed longer the last time I'm home. How I wish I should have followed my instincts two months ago that I should go home and spend time with her. I should have joined the whole family celebrating her birthday last May. But regrets can do nothing.
She's gone.
I want to say thank you and sorry, but she's already gone.
I keep on asking why she have not waited for me, but I realized my Lola waited for me for a long time. I just thank God, I have given a chance that day to talk to her and hear her voice for the last time. She told me she's fine. She's old, but not ill. She was supposed to be 102 years old, but recorded as 97. Such a strong woman indeed. No one expected that she's leaving that day. She just told us that she wants to go to sleep so we stopped the call. We never thought that would be a very long sleep she'll make.
My Lola rest peacefully with our God. She was not able to woke up again in this world, but in heaven I know, we all know, she's happy with Lolo who have waited for her for almost 3 decades.
It hurts so bad. I keep blaming myself since the day she's gone. Too much regrets. But I know she's not happy with it. So, as what she's always telling me, I get up, and continue the fight. I have to be strong. I know someday all the pain will be gone and will be replaced with the thought that Lola is happy wherever she is now.
I can't bring back the time. I realized, I should be thankful for the life I have. For waking up each day and the chance to live with my love ones. I should treasure every moment that I have with my family.
Forever be my "Lola's Girl"
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