When I was in highschool, my mom used to drive me and my siblings to and from school. As I remember, we were always noisy and very messy. After school, we will scatter our books, bags and clothes on every seat of the Innova and our mom would always scold us for that. My sister and I would fight. Sometimes, we annoy our brother. Whenever we do those things, our mom would always get angry at us. Shouts at us. It's our daily routine before going to Taekwondo or straight home.
Now that I'm in college, my sister takes the jeepney back and forth and our brother was the only one that our mom would drive for everyday in school. And now that my mom is completely gone, well, it will never be the same again. I just realized now how I miss those times though it gets on my nerves when mom gets angry. We could never bond the way we used to. That's what I hate about growing up. About changes.
I wonder, who will drive us again on our next trip?
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