- Tina Pascual

- Aug 14, 2019
- 4 min read
Updated: Aug 31, 2020
PART 1
A phone call from mom woke me up. She decided to disturb me with her news of going for a vacation in our province. For me, It was almost 30 years since I haven’t been to my birthplace. Although, I have lots of happy memories from my hometown, it was never easy to go home. First, because plane flights are not as popular, convenient and cheap during my younger years. Second, because mom had a phobia in travelling by the sea. And third, because we simply doesn’t have any time or good reason to go back.
For my mother, going back after many years was a thrill. I can obviously hear her excitement from the other side of the world. Her delight influenced me into blurting out that I wanted to go and travel with her. I saw that it was a good chance to finally re-explore the place where half of my childhood memories sets. Also, it was a fine time to finally travel and bond with mom.
After we hang up the phone, I’m into another dimension imagining all the beautiful scenery I wanted to witness. I was also listing in my mind all the food and restaurants which I wanted to try. As our set date is nearing, I began packing my huge luggage full of nice attires. I played dressed-up in the mirror to simulate all the cute dresses I prepared. I was so ready that I forgot nothing including having to pack a fully charged camera battery. Yes, I’m feelin’ touristy and ecstatic.

When the day finally came, I met mom at the airport. I decided to take a short layover in Manila to wait for her and have a an hour flight together going to Bacolod. Bacolod is the capital city of Negros Occidental, a large island that hails from the Visayas region of the Philippines. Basically, it was situated in the central part of the country.
I reviewed my bucket list while on flight too make sure I had used up all our time well in exploring the city. I also squeezed a side trip going to the famous beautiful beach. In fact, I expanded my time by deciding to go straight to the airport after an exhausting 12 hours night shift duty. That means, I was wide awake for more than 24 hours when mom and I arrived from our destination.
The city (as I recall it) doesn’t changed much after almost 3 decades. So, it was not surprising that mom was already unfamiliar with the specificity of the place. As we got to the town where the address is directing us, we decided to ask people in each corner of the streets if they knew someone named Yen - mom’s long lost cousin. This system of finding someone made me really exhausted.
Until, finally we were directed to a town hall. A good-hearted security guard allowed us to wait for their boss. According to him, the director of the geological division of the city will be reporting anytime soon. She is Aunt Yen.
We were allowed to wait for aunt to report for work at the outdoor garage. It was almost noontime and the sun on our faces was already causing too much discomfort. That moment ignited me with tantrums. I felt like I was going crazy and will soon pass out from the heat and not having sleep. I tried so hard to nap but I simply can’t with all the inconvenience. Also, I kept on asking the guards about the time and grumble every minute. I started to complain about how people in the province are taking things too slow. At this moment, Mom, in her effort to divert my irritation, asked me to go out for a while and explore the places nearby.
She took me to the cathedral where we used to worship every Sunday. The church looks and feels like I time-travelled from my past. I can see that mom is having a good time reminiscing all her past experiences in the place. Of course, I poses for lots of shots. What else should I do but materialise my touristy desire. When we eventually decided to go home, we passed by my kindergarten. I felt proud and saw how mom was all smile and happy.
However, when we got back at the town hall to anticipate for my Aunt, we were greeted with a bad news. Aunt Yen will only be able to report for duty in the afternoon. This announcement by the securities boiled my blood to death. How can I even rest and move on for our next itinerary? I begun to wail at my mom. I blamed her for the ruined day.
We are supposed to stay at my Aunt’s house. She invited us to stay in their abode for 2 weeks. In addition, her husband freed up his schedule to drive us into places. But I gave mom all the sharp look, dragged my stuffs and shouted b@llsh#ts at her while I leave her behind.
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