Ykaie: Mommy, sino nasa taas?
Me: Si daddy..
Ykaie: mommy, sino nasa taas?
Me: Si daddy nga, natutulog..
Ykaie: no, stand-up..yun o [sabay turo sa may baluster na nasa 2nd floor]
I was startled because nobody was there.Ibig sabihin may nakikita sya. I didn't show her anything different about what she was seeing kasi ayoko syang matakot. But I had goosebumps. Nakakalurky!
Me: Sino na sa taas? Boy or Girl?
Me: Ano itsura?
Silence- Siguro di nya mai-describe..
Me: Is it Lola or Tita? [I asked this because I was trying to gauge the age of the person she was seeing]
Me: Tita ano? what's her name?
Ykaie: Tita ano...ano...
I think this was when she realized na di nya kilala kung sino ang nakikita nya so she began to crawl papunta sa sink tapos ayaw nya na tumingin sa taas.Nilinisan ko na lang sya. Tapos I told her na nandun lang ako.Normal reaction and emotion lang ako kasi I don't want her to be scared. I told her to "tell mommy everything that she sees". I asked her to look up again and tell me kung nandun pa. Wala na daw.
~♥~I think it was my Tita Celia that she saw. She is my favorite Tita when I was a little girl. Kasi sya yung katabi ko matulog most of the time. I really don't know kung ilang taon sya when she died but she died in London, when I was 10 years old .
This incident made me think about her and why she's "visiting" us. I think she wants to see Ykaie and me. Or maybe its about her bed. Her room became my room when she left for London. Yung bed na iniwan nya sa akin, yun pa rin yung gamit namin until last Sunday. I loved that bed kasi sobrang lambot. Di ko ipagpapalit yung bed na yun kahit na lumang-luma na. But It was soo worn -out and babagsak na talaga. So I had to buy a new one, and it was delivered last monday.The old bed was thrown out pero hindi pa na-pick-up ng basurero until 9am this morning.
That bed was the last thing that she owned in that room and it just makes me sad to think na siguro feeling nya I was saying goodbye to her. Of course not, she will always be remembered. Nothing could erase her from our memory, specially from mine. I am teary-eyed as I'm writing this...