At the Park

It was a good Monday morning to start with. I opened the window to let the wind enter my room. It was December. The wind was a bit cold but it was refreshing. It wasn't that windy but I could feel the wind caressing my cheeks. A week or two and it's Christmas.

The snow started to fall when I went outside our house. It was chilling yet thrilling. I have never been outside of my comfort zone until I reached seven.

"The world is really beautiful..." I said to myself while walking past our neighborhood. I do not have any idea where to go. My feet was dragging me like it has its own life. "I wish I can explore the world much more."

I stopped at the park. It wasn't that far but it made my feet ache. I was not used to walk like this in my entire life. But the pain was worth it. The beautiful christmas lanterns were smiling to me when I looked up. The bright colors were dancing as if they were cheering me up. And it never failed - I smiled.

To my left, was a giant christmas tree. The one I longed to see since elementary. But my parents didn't have time to me when I was a child. I understand. They were busy with their job to support me and my needs. So here I am hoping that in this very moment, they're here. Smiling with me while gazing at the beautiful sightings here at the park.

I sat under the tree filled with christmas light with different colors. The sound and the blinking of lights were synchronize like they were singing christmas carol to me. I laughed. A carefree laugh as a sign of happiness I sought for years. I could say it was Jingle Bells. The one that I used to sing to my parents when I was about three or four. And they gave me treats as my bribe for cheering them up. How I missed that day that could never be back again. Time is like a train of moments and memory that if you would choose to live your only life being with the people you love is worth it and once is enough.

I stood and prepared my self to leave but suddenly, someone covered my eyes and I heard someone chuckled like kids. From the moment I recognized those low murmuring voices behind me, my mouth automatically blurted, "Mom! Dad!"

They were now laughing and I turned to them and hugged them tight. They hugged me back and kissed me on my forehead and my tears started to flow. Tears not because of loneliness but because of happiness and joy and the feeling of being complete again.

"I love you Mom, Dad."

"We love you too, Melissa."

God is really great and good. I thought that he will never response to any of my prayers now and then. But it was all about waiting to happen, patiently waiting for it to happen. Because He is planning it thoroughly and carefully if His gift for you, even if you have been waiting long enough, is worth it. He may not give it to you on your expected days but who knows, maybe He will give it to you on His birthday. His gift for you and for Himself also. Just like where I received my gift, here at the Park.