Hymns from A Winged Archer

I’ve been trying to add a  post here  on my blog, around two weeks, about my time in Embassy, a heart ache, a philosophy on mortality, purpose and happiness. For two weeks now… all that eclipsed by what happened tonight…

I was about to leave my grandpa’s place over at project 6, it was already 10pm. I remembered that my aunt from the States, my mom’s younger sister, just arrived a week ago. I opted to stay a bit longer to wait for her. The lights were already closed but there was light peering thru the windows. The doorbell rang, and I hid behind the door, knowing that was her. I haven’t seen her for about 7 years now, not quite sure what she looks like anymore.

The door opened and I tapped my hand on her shoulder, not knowing i was there. She turned around and I saw her.

In the dark,

in the long absence,

she was my mom.

I regained composure and gave her a hug.

She would’ve been my mom’s age when I was eight…

her skin was as clear as her’s.

her voice,

her smile,

her hair.

everything.

I consider my self a rational being; more calculating than most… But i would have cried in that moment.

I miss her.

I envy her daughter.

I envy everyone’ sons and daughters of a mother.

I excused myself and went for the gate to go home. She went with me since she had the key to unlock it.

"I missed you so much!"

"I missed you too", I said…

"You are still a little baby boy to me, always will!"

Touched me as if my mom said it.

My birthday is still a few days from now… I already got what I wished for. A bit of sentimentality and finally able to shed a tear for her.

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