A busy day, just as usual. A presentation in the morning with only 4 participants. Guess I didn't do my homework to promote my session as much as I did a month ago. Too bad. Not because of the 14 sets of handouts I made, but poor 15 fulfilling 'arem-arem' and 10 hearty 'pastel tutup' I bought for whoever was lucky enough to attend my presentation.
We plan to put an ad in a school yearbook for promotion sake. It was supposed to be a half-page long and nobody in the office, not even the HQ, has ever made one. What's worse, I have no idea where to start because it's in an unknown format for me. After one effort after another, I finally had my masterpiece. My first half-page ad. YIPPEEE!!!
My next project was a video for a family meeting the next day. First, I needed to scan all printed materials before I combined all images into a full video.
While scanning, I was thinking about the relationship my father was building. I have not decided where to stand. I love my mom and I don't think she's replaceable despite her condition. The idea of having a new mom never crossed my mind. Things are hard without the existence of a mother figure but I try to manage the household as I promised my mom.
After work, my father would usually go straight to his room, turn the TV on, lie down, and read the day's newspaper. Sometimes he'd find for him something to eat, but if he's too lazy I'd find him sleeping on an empty stomach.
He'd said he wanted to work three days a week but he ends up going to work everyday. I guess he's trying to keep himself busy.At nights when I lay myself next to him who is already sleeping, I watch him and think how life must be so lonely everyday after work with no one to care for just like when he had to care for my mom and with nobody to care for him. I think to myself a lot, so deep that I burst into tears.
It is so confusing. I don't want a new mom but I don't want my father to go on like this.
I kept on scanning for half an hour, weeping in total confusion at the same time. I saved the images, turned off the computer. And then, went home.
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