i wonder

I remember this beautiful old lady. I wonder how she is right now. I've been thinking about her lately, I don't know why. Maybe it's the rains. I sometimes worry the waters will rise up to her house again. And she'll be alone. Or not (I can't really tell now). I'd love to sit down and chat with her, just to see how she's doing.

About a year and a half ago I stopped frequenting her place because of a very embarrassing incident involving a window and a hallway. I still went there - about three times the following year. But I missed her at those times - I actually still do up to now. :(

I adored her even when sometimes I did not like what she said. She has an endearing personality, I knew this the first time I saw her. I saw wisdom in her eyes, wit in her smile and intellect in her voice. I loved the way she fed her children and grandchildren. And when one of them got heartbroken, her simple, "It's alright" made even me, a dinner guest, calm and secured.

She loves in a weird way, at least this is what I have felt in those storytelling one-on-ones we had. I always imagined her stories like they were happening in a black and white screen behind her head.

Maybe in that way I'll be like her when I grow old. I hope so.