Here's something I wrote for Grammar last year which I think is very much relevant to what we're celebrating today. :)
Age of Innocence
Have you ever thought of what was going through in our minds when we were younger? How we’d scrape our skins off from exploring all the things around us, why we get attracted to colorful and bright things and why we live like no one else exists? This was then when we didn’t care about what other people think about us and all other cliché’s of life because we didn’t need to be anyone else but ourselves.
I woke up as the sun’s rays dazzled into my eyes. The first thing I saw was these queer little rattleshakes hanging around my crib. Out of curiosity, I grabbed it and started sucking it. I wailed as I felt hungry, fidgety, and uneasy. Suddenly, someone picked me up and comforted me from crying with her tender and affectionate hands. She had long straight black hair, emerald eyes, and a fair complexion-- she was the most beautiful human being I have ever seen. I stopped crying and stared at her. Her eyes were gazed back at me with hope, peace, and love. She looked familiar… somewhat from a long lost dream—a dream with vagueness and surreal blurriness. She changed my diapers, gave me milk to quench my thirst and brought me down. She put me on my high chair which was colored in red and orange. There were drawings of rainbows and bunnies all over. She came back with my food and fed me. After so, she bathed me in my baby bath tub filled with cold water. There was a rubber duck and bubbles around me. I started crying again for the water was so cold. It seemed like it was some monster that would drag me down the drain. She asked me to calm down and got my towel so as to wrap around me with. She brought me back to my room, clothed me and put me in a swing. I never felt so free and ecstatic. It felt like I was floating over the clouds with an angel right beside me, guiding my every sway.
I watched as my room got darker and darker. It had been a tiring day and I felt all the exhaustion all coming back to me. She picked me up and laid me down on her arms as gentle as she could. It was the moment wherein I felt safe—safe from all monsters in the closet and under my bed. She was like my guardian angel yet she had no wings. She sang me to sleep and said “You are a God send angel to me. As long as I’m here, no one else would hurt you. You’d feel no pain, no sufferings nor anything cursing in this world. I shall give you back to God as perfect as He has lent you to me.”
I wasn’t really sure what all these things around me meant or what they exactly were. But I was sure that, sooner or later, I would be awakened, knowing who the real lady that had been haunting me in my dreams was and why I breathe and live such series of events so-called life.
HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY. :)
