I was late.

Regina was at the airport 10 minutes earlier than the said time of arrival but I wasn’t there yet, I was traveling by that time then. I know I was late, I am aware of that and that makes me feel a bad friend at some point. When I got there she was waiting, sitting, probably a little bored, that explains why she’s busy texting just to fight the boredom. When she recognized that it’s me walking towards where she is seated, she greeted me with a smile yet in her eyes I can see courage for everything just started the moment she set foot in a new place that will be her home temporarily.

When we got home it was a little late too, we ate dinner and we’d talked most of the time. She said so many things that are new to me, of course what else could it be. She shared to me her story, how things turn out what they are now, how life for her has to continue and how badly she needed a friend now. I am here as always as long as I can give her the help that she needs for. I know she’s tired but she kept on telling me things that her heart desired to share. And to my part I was asking her how she’s physically feeling now that she’s having a baby. A little curious I guess because one way or another I am going on that direction but not as early as now.

A day after that she woke up earlier than me. I don’t used to wake up early for the previous week but I was awakened by the chitchat mother and Regina shared. I was feeling hungry too so I joined them instead. The rest of the day was spent on helping her arrange her things and clothes into the closet and after that we together with mother went to the mall to do some grocery for a week’s budget. This is a little challenge for me because I am in charge in preparing healthy, nutritious food for all. And my work in the kitchen started that evening’s dinner.

Happy reading! :-)