Bread and Coffee
It is 10:42 AM, the morning of my 32nd birthday. Rap made me breakfast of toasted bread, sausages, and coffee, waking me up from a bizarre dream (we were vacationing in some rural town in Korea, riding a dingy rollercoaster that had a rectangular track, and our dog Nawa was on it too). As I sip my coffee and nibble on the toast lovingly prepared by him, I check social media and reply to greetings. To my surprise, our ninong Luke has greeted me too, but of course in the form of a backhanded compliment. Still, what a nice gesture. I reflect how it is 10 AM on a Monday morning, and I'm having a slow start to my day at home. I can't help but compare it to my 30th birthday, which I had spent in an office, feeling sad. On that morning, I'd rushed out the condo at 6 AM to get to the office by 7, so I could leave the office by 4, so I could make it to a dinner with my college friends. I was sad because I wanted more than anything to just go home. Office life is weird...
Did your Auntie Rachel write that poem? It is so apt! Chel, if you're reading this, you've got talent, dear.
ReplyDeleteTill we meet again, Remus! We love you very much. You will always be in our hearts and prayers.
Yeah, I got this from Auntie Rachel's facebook psot.
ReplyDeleteMiss you, Uncle Noy!
aunt rachel's facebook is psot?! hehehe
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