Bearing Fruit

It's one in the morning and I'm still working. The boys, they're sprawled on the couch watching Everybody's Fine. I so want to veg out with them but I can't. Because if there's anything that I learned from my mother, it is this: Work comes first!

Mom and Dad and my sister B and her husband A were just here. We were looking at the duhat tree and noticed that it has started bearing fruits, lots of them. The same is true for the mango tree. Neighbors, whom we do not know, have started coming around, asking if they could partake of its fruits.

I take a little work break and lie down with my son S. Seeing Robert de Niro's character traveling across America just to see his children, I go, "S! When I grow old, you are going to visit me, OK? You are all going to visit me!" "OK!" Sam says.

This reminds me of a conversation I had with my Mom just a few days ago. We were talking about life and how short it is, and how we should just do whatever we want to do. Eventually, she says nonchalantly that someday, she too will be gone. And I go, "Ma, I'm not ready. You may be ready but I'm not!" And we laugh. I laugh hard but deep inside, I was scared shitless!

I don't know why I'm talking about this now. Maybe because it's one in the morning. Or maybe because there's a sappy movie in the background. Or maybe because seeing those trees so pregnant with fruit reminded me of life and living and loving. Or maybe, I should best be sleeping.