On my 30th day of happiness, something interesting happened.
Mi madre had a house guest, something that hasn't happened in years. She has always hated her status and blamed it all on padre. I agree that padre caused madre a lot of misery and heartache but of course God has also put those perils in her path to test her.
So for someone like mi madre to allow another person in her house and expose a part of her she'd rather keep hidden is huge. Humongous!!!
I felt happy that mom was excited about her visitor. But nothing beats knowing how much she enjoyed herself and how a 1 hour afternoon visit extended till midnight.
I went to my shimmy shimmy class to keep my mind occupied and hoped that madre would get a reading since her guests read the qahveh. Something was eating at me. I was desperate for a sign, a clue, an omen anything to reassure my bleeding, desperate heart. I want matrimony to be written in my destiny, but not any matrimony except a happy one. And when the lack of Turkish coffee prevented a reading I became a bit more restless until I reminded myself that: there must be a 'wise' reason why my ultimate dream hasn't been fulfilled yet.
Therefore on the 30th day, I realized that part of happiness lays in the happiness and wellness of my close and loved ones. An unselfish kind of happiness.
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Sedeso
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