A little girl drowned on Sunday, died last Monday, and all the parents on Viber and WhatsApp groups were abuzz, horrified, saddened by the loss of this child.
We didn’t know her but we all felt for the single young mother, the other victim and their families, and the classmates left behind.
We prayed for the mom the night we found out because the child had surely gone to heaven.
I myself was holed up in the study room of our house, lying down on a mattress on the floor, because our bedroom’s windows were under renovation. When they took out the windows, it looked like movie set. I felt so unsafe.
There was dust all over and I was getting very sick. I was coughing, with chest pain.
Emotionally I was in a bad mood. Everything was making me angry.
I decided to leave home and check in at our studio here at Shang.
My friend Rem and her daughter Kimi were kind enough to keep me company while Jeroen stayed home with the boys.
Last night was one of the loneliest nights I’d experienced, not knowing how many days I would have to stay at the condo. I was simply lonely without my boys. I missed being with them and kissing their faces.
Had she been alive, I would have flown to Hong Kong with my friend Penny. We would go shopping and come back when my room was clean and habitable.
I don’t know what is worse: the dust and chaos at home or the loneliness at the clean condo?
I chose the condo, but thought that I should’ve gone to Hong Kong. What stopped me was the thought of trying to get my passport in the dusty room and this event I have to be at on Monday.
And so last night as I tried to sleep in this new environment I couldn’t help but think of the mom who lost her child. The pain I felt was obviously nothing compared with the pain she will bear for a lifetime.
And I prayed for her that she will have another child or two, even if no child is replaceable.
At first I thought I would be here till Tuesday but I received word that our windows were finished today.
Cleaning has started and tomorrow I’ll be back for sure. What this whole exercise taught me is that only my family completes me. I have also decided to donate glass windows to a family in Bohol that needs them badly.
Thank God for finished windows.