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Dreams
There are days like these, when my dreams get invaded by the people I love the most. In my dream, Bright is in my arms, wearing a blue shirt, his lips blue-stained, for whatever reason I don’t know. That little human is clinging on me, as he so naturally does. Brave is flailing his arms around, dancing around for something only he can understand, in a tune only he can hear. Unable to walk, Brave crawls his way within our circle, claiming his own space within that warm bubble. Rupert is running around, being a turbo jet, pretending to be a superhero in a costume of a super villain, annoying and teasing his little brother. On the background, we could hear the annoying, annoyed, and angry voice of their Lola, busy preparing an ulam, the kind that her children liked, the kind that only she can cook.
When I wake up, I realized that they’re not there. I felt an emptiness, a void.
I wiped the silent tears that escaped from my cheeks.
I forced myself to smile. Nothing good will happen if I overthink. Sometimes, to love truly, I must be tough and practical. The smile becomes more relaxed now.
I opened my computer, and the day begins again.
(c) Feb. 17, 2021, Herbel Santiago
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It was such an overwhelming as well as emotional moment were we could see their ups and downs through the frame of our heart. Each of their names where engraved on it.their journey through our life / our journey through their life , it may be love, anger, disappointment, frustrations, expectations , hope ….everything gone reel by reel … as every teacher feels so proud that they brought some changes in their life that could possibly help them in many ways .