She's my superhero, my favorite person.
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Oh, What a great day! No store work- no pressure just chill household chores and a heart-to-heart talk with my favorite auntie.
Every Saturday the store is closed so we have time to sleep and woke up late. Laziness is slowly eating my whole body.
I have been sleeping on the floor.
I feel more comfortable sleeping on the floor than in their empty room. I didn't want to move around the house, but I finally decided to get up, cook rice and do the laundry.
At noon, I was stuck with boredom, the intense heat and the loneliness that I felt. I just kept scrolling up and down to ease the negativity.
The air is never forgiving.
But gosh, I couldn't handle the fiery hot air even with the ceiling fan on. I sat on the couch, rolled on the floor, kept standing up and down. Can you imagine how I looked? Lol. Really looked like a crazy mess. It's gross- when I roll on the empty floor, the parts where my skin touches it become sweaty and damp.
Thankfully, the sun vanished and the sky turned into some deep purple, ready to pour down the rain. Perfect combo- paired with a bunch of chika, you know what I mean? Yeah, those good, deep talks with same-vibes, same-mind humans.
I sat with my aunt while she was doing a mountain of laundry because she'd been so busy with their store. She asked for my help but told me to wait after adding the soap. So I kept her company while we talked about a lot of things.
Is it okay if I posted this picture?
Unexpectedly, we started talking about my loving late grandmother. She was so kind and caring when she was still alive. I remembered and visited the last blog I wrote while she was still with us. We really miss her big time. Every grandchild wishes for kind-hearted grandparents like her. When I was still in middle school and visited their home, even if she only had a small amount of money, she'd still give me some. I also remember when I was in college- when my cousin had gone back to campus, my grandmother would secretly give me an allowance.
Her loving, calming advice- the kind I'm still longing for- always stay in my heart. After she passed away ,whenever I visit their house-just like now- the atmosphere feels heavy, lonely and full of sadness. Her absence makes the house empty. Gone, but never, ever forgotten.
Before we knew it, time had passed. The laundry was done smoothly and quickly while we talked. We decided to prepare for dinner, my aunt made sweet and sour milk fish(bangus).
It was simple but delicious dish.
Not long after finishing dinner my other aunt, my cousin and her boyfriend arrived from the city. The house was finally noisy. They brought the naughty dog-seven.
So far, I've enjoyed spending my vacation at my grandparents' place even though I felt sadness and longing.
I will miss this kind of freedom, free time and extra rest if I'll be in my permanent job.