My gaze wanders through the digital clock just above the television. It says 7.45. The door is slightly open and i see a soft haze of pale yellow light coming somewhere from the kitchen or probably the living room. I don't want to get up yet but i force myself to. I wish i could do a quick sit ups but as my feet search for the slippers, i almost trip on the coffee table and i feel how stone cold the floor is. I'm alive and breathing and feeling. I'm skipping the sit ups today. I stand up and exit the room, wondering if i am hearing the kettle softly boiling the water ready for our hot cups. The host of this house is in the kitchen, as i have suspected. .
"Good morning, Ate."
"Kape na," she answered.
Every morning when we are at Ate April's place, we start the day with coffee. It just makes everything better. I thought how blessed i am.
I prepare my cup and walk out to the porch. It’s super summer, i don’t know how else to describe it. But however hot it may be, i’m down for basking in today's heat. I indulge in my fresh cup as i feel the hot sun on my legs piercing my bones. I am here just walking back and forth on this small yard.
In the future when i think about my time in this kingdom, i wish i remember days exactly like this. When i was trying to fit in but life won’t let it, and so i learned to embrace imperfection. I want to remember the good times, and bad times too. I want to remember the little things- morning coffee, irregular chats, late night walks to the park, lollipops, random topics, weird laughs. I want to remember the people who took me as theirs and made me feel i belonged. They prove that home could be anywhere that you are welcomed.
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