The Beginning

"Crickets are still chattering", I am in deepest wonder why crickets do that noisy and irritating sounds. It was like someone is blowing a whistle inside my small ear that makes me awake at five in the morning together with the noise of crowing roosters as if they were like doing a duet on a muscial play, but they are not.

I am lying on my comfy and soft bed while my eyes are still closed trying to relax and get some sleep again. I know, it's too early for me to wake up. No school for today, just sleep.

Aaaarrg! But I can't! Crickets chattering continously.

So, I decided to gently open my eyes and finally see a dimmed surroundings as the sun slowly set to rise. While looking at the ceiling and staring at different sizes of spider web.

"l love mornings" my mind whispered.

Seeing the dark vanishes away as the light starts to overwhelm it. Hearing the sweet sounds of the birds singing joyfully while flying on the old Acacia tree in front of our two storey wooden house. It was an old house built by my late grand father. "He is amazing". I reminisced.

I get up and sit for a while and thank God for the gift of brand new day. That's one thing my mother taught me whenever I embrace new day. It's a new life, new chance to right what is wrongfully done yesterday, new challenges awaits and a new hope.

Hmmmmm. With deep breath. it's a huge words for just a 7 year old boy. But, I got it. I understood.

It is a saturday morning. I said softly.

What a great day! I am free from the school works, five days consisting of quizzes, assignments, writings and many more that makes me feel exhausted. And finally, I will get some rest, but not sure of it, 'cause a lot of household works are waiting.

I started this day with one of my daily routine, during morning i am sitting in a small wooden chair while looking out of our capiz window and waiting for someone, their house is like a jungle surrounded by different green leafy plants just a few steps away in our old house but i can see no one. It's just their unfinished house, with so many plants and trees on the yard that makes it more difficult for me to see if she is also looking out of the window for me. Uh oh, I'm just hoping she did.

Maybe she decided to wake up late becuase it's Saturday.

Well anyway, there are so many reason to start this day! I said to my mind while still looking at her window with a little hope if she would be there. Then I smile.

While still looking at the window, and my mind is floating in the air, like I am dreaming, there's someone calling my name.

Dennis!

It was a sweet voice of a female, her tone was like a soothing air that touches my skin and makes me feel better, it was a great feeling though. I keep on day dreaming. But again, I heard it.

Dennis!!

But this time it is like a strong wind that can blow me away, it is getting louder and stronger until I recognized that voice.

It was my Mother calling me, so I'd better stop in my day dream and follow before her voice became a roaring thunder in my ears.

Dennis! It's late! go down and eat your breakfast, mother shouting.

Okay Mother, I'm coming! I said in a hurry.

My Mother, she is just thirty-seven years old but she look like in fifty. White hairs grown fast and wrinkles appearing even though it's too early for her to have it. She's wearing a floral bestida and trying to fix her wet and curly hair. Her hands is rough as our unpainted wall when i touched it, the evidence of being a hardworking mother. She is the strongest woman I know. After my father left us because of another woman, she's the only one fulfilling the duties of both being a mother and a father to her three children.

Sometimes, I saw her crying when she is in the room alone. But, when she showed up, we saw a happy face as she finds hope in us. That's why I love her so much.

Come on! Eat your breakfast, Mother said, I am in a hurry!

Mother accept laundry during weekends to earn money to sustain our needs.

She is my super hero, she never gets tired of everything, for her, days and nights are the same, working in the middle of burning sun light and enduring the breeze of the cold wind at night. I don't know where all of her strength came from, but i know it for sure. Everything she does, it's for us.

Slurrrp! This red bean stew was so good! Ending up eating and saying, "thank you mother"! always take care of yourself.

Mother left the house early, and I am assigned to do household chores before she get back soon. As a seven year old boy, i can do laundry, washing the dishes, sweeping the floor until it brightly shines. I assure that i have finished it all before i go to play outside.

I love playing outside, sweating under the heat of the sun, I don't care if my skin will burn like a toasted ginger bread, weather it is raining, we'll go dancing in the rain while scrambling and rolling on a clay of mud and yes! I am so excited. Adrenaline takes over.

Hmm, but playing isn't complete without her, is she awake already? Why do I have a feeling of missing her?

Should I visit her or should i wait for her to call on me? Well, just one thing I really do. I want to see her.