#17

Lately,
I get angry at the tiniest thing,
I get angry when people don't live up to my expectation,
I get angry at imperfection,
which maybe
not exactly the most rational way to react.

Met up with all the old friends for Christmas,
thinking back of the old times,
and realized, what I remember most about those days
were actually all the happy memories.
We had fights, disagreements, cold war but at the end of the day,
we never let any of those came in between us.
We do drift apart, grew in separate ways, but we still come back to this circle that belongs to us,
to care about each other, to remember each other, to do the best we can with the limited time we have whenever we meet up.
Once in a while, a warm hello and how are you doing, really do make my day.
The most touching thing I will never forget about the convent girls were,
they folded 1000 Origami for my mom on my 16th birthday.
My mom was critically ill at that time, and on my birthday itself, they surprised me with a big box, and when I opened, it was full with Origami, I tried so hard not to tear.
For those who might not know, one of my mom last request was to put those Origamis that you all made with her when she passed on.
Thank you girls, really. :)))