Intruder (or Guest) at Night
These past few days, I’m becoming a night owl. What keeps me up late at night is common nowadays—surfing the net and blogging. But there is something extraordinary event—which is not so extraordinary for us—but because of my late night habit I baffled and amazed by the erratic habit of someone dear to our family.
Someone or something makes a sound as it goes up the stairs in wee hours. The sound is not that loud still I can hear it while I’m tapping on the computer keyboard. I didn’t bother myself to have a look then a voice disturbed the stillness of night (or the onset of day)—my mom exclaimed, “Pino!” The intruder turns out to be an occasional guest in my mom’s room. Pino, Chuchie’s dad, has developed the habit of sleeping in my mom’s room whenever he wants to, depending on his mood or weather. (If it is hot downstairs because the fan is off, he will go up and my mom will turn on the fan when he arrives.)
Read more »