The Censure
of Truth
RVQ
I
hear the sound, huge voice blaring…calling, I hear it once more the birds went
on their nest with fright. Animals are dumping, anywhere they come, and piping
trumpets blowing with the horns, the calling that suggest no one is to be
exempted. I hear it once again, footsteps from afar shouting some other are
crying and real emotions I feel on their voices, some are laughing, rejoicing
with a child. Different and unfamiliar faces I see coming, many they are in a
line pointing into one direction. This time I see him, a familiar black hat,
terrified and surprised to see him once more, but no! Not yet this time… how
did it happen? His coming straight forward into my direction. He is in black
hat, black jacket, black pants, black leather shoes which I use to clean
before, a white t-shirt, it was my mother’s gift I remember. I’m sure it is him
walking like he use to do, very slow like when he use to when we were in the
park sometime ago but it was exactly
twenty- five years ago. I look and he is going near me now, he doesn’t
have any wrinkles I used to feel before as I touch his face, I know it was him,
I can feel it. But mother and father have wrinkles on their faces how did it
happen? She was his daughter… ah no matter, for as long he is here. I went
inside the house and called out my mother, mother, mother grandpa is back I
shouted, I called her again. I’m excited to tell the news as I enter I see no
one, I just left them in the living room, but they are not there and the
television was left opened, I went in the kitchen, in the bedroom, bathroom,
even in the study room but their nowhere to be found. My parents are weak and
old how could they possibly go out that far? I worried as I tried to call out
my husband in his office to tell him about the problem, but to my surprise as I
dialed the phone I was disappointed to know that there is no dial tone. I went
out but when I step on the porch lightning and thunder started to flash which
brought terror into my heart, I need to see my parents, I need to see grandpa
they might get sick. I worried for my two kids who are still in school that
time, I get an umbrella in the kitchen and I went out of the house.
One
thing I wanted to do is to see my family and after we’ll plan for a re-union
and this is going to be a big party and I’ll make sure it will be memorable. As
I step out it was dark, I called out the name of my grandpa but nothing I heard
in reply, I saw him continuously walking and to my surprise his already meters
away from the house and he was trying to line himself to a group of people in
line directing their way into a that bright and gleaming staircases and there I
noticed an open door above. Boys and girls, young and old are rejoicing as they
marched and they enter into the door, others I saw crying begging to let them
enter. I decided to follow my grandpa and I tried to approach him saying
grandpa let’s go home, you don’t need to
follow them, I waited for an answer
but he seemed not to hear me and he doesn’t care with my existence unlike
before that he’ll kiss me and put me in his lap. I misses those, I followed him
still and we entered into a gate, gradually the old clothes I wear changes into
a new white colored clothes I was astonished to see others too with the same
changes my grandpa’s black colored clothes wee changed into white, we are all
in white this time . As he went on I asked him again “grandpa where are we?” he
just look at me and smiled, I don’t know what his smile means but I believe his
happy “don’t you remember me?” I asked, again no answer “I’ am your
granddaughter, I’ve changed I know it’s been twenty and five years I know
grandpa-but it was still me” he nodded and I continued this time, I saw figures
coming… I identified one and then two and soon all of them. I recognized my
mother, beside her my father, my sister, brothers and behind them my husband,
children, a neighbor, my best friend and other relatives. I’m glad to see them
all here at a time, “oh, nanay and tatay I’ve been looking for you” I said
they did not answer, I continued as I tell that grandpa is here. I want us to
have a grand reunion as I look onto his direction. Only to be surprised that he
was already far behind “come let us talk to grandpa” but no one obeyed as if
they do not know me and they went on their ways. With different directions they
go, they have their own business to make, my youngest daughter innocently
played with the other children there, my mother went in the garden and picked
some flowers in there, my father with my two brother used and played the
guitars. I tried to talk to my mother and she gave in reply a flower but she
does not really care with what I’m saying.
The
place was beautiful and quiet, I walk and walk until I saw people who are
gathered in a kingdom of gold…curious about it, I entered into the hall , happy
and merry the faces I see listening into the voice of gladness and they were free. He said words of
wisdom which delighted everybody. Many times I tried to look at him but each
time its difficult and impossible for me.
I
see people kneeling down, praying, and singing to give praise . I cried with so
much pain, and anguish it seemed that my family had forgotten me. Made me feel
terribly mediocre- I prayed that I may be able to turn back the hands of time,
before this time comes I may let them feel first how much I love and care for
them, now I knew that when a person die he will definitely know nothing of
himself, his past, his love ones, everything on him will vanished. I cried and
cried, begging to let me go back and redo
What is supposed to. I need
to correct my mistakes, I need to say sorry, and I need to do more good deeds
and contribute as much as I could- till I heard
a voice this time it was smooth, different- a feminine voice. It was my
mother, gently shaking my shoulder “wake up
my dear, wake up” she said I immediately woke up and hug her tightly,
she asked what had happened as she wipes
away my tears. I asked her if I had been a good daughter and asked for
forgiveness, she assured me that it was all forgiven “why are you crying? She
asked and there I narrated everything.
Suddenly,
my father opened the door and asked if we’re ready- we’re going to attend a
Sunday mass. Yes, it is Sunday a brand new day to start.
The end.
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