courtesy: tidingsofmagpies |
A few days ago, I reunited with
my childhood friend, Cathy, thru Facebook. We have been friends since Kinder (we were around 4 or 5 then) until the
time my family transferred to another city when I was nine. It was a painful
parting. We have seen each other only once after then, just a few months after we
have settled to our new home (there was
no Friendster, FB, email or even cellphone then, so we completely lost track of
one another).
From the moment I got my Facebook
account (and even during the Friendster
and Multiply era), I’ve been searching for her. It was just last week that
I opened my FB messages and found out that Cathy’s father (or mother) have left two messages asking if I was the person they
know, and even mentioned my parents’ names for reference. My heart skipped a
beat, because I knew that it was them, the family who was and is our family’s family
friend. A day later, Cathy had an FB invitation which I gladly accepted.
courtesy: pytk ni bebet / adobo express |
At school, Cathy and I were never
apart from each other. We both belong in the pilot section of our levels, and
even our grades came out almost the same. After school, before our journey back
home, we would spend our remaining coins on buying toys and trinkets or street
food. We often buy sundot kulangot (sweet coco jam inside a small bamboo twig, where you use
a toothpick-like stick to get the jam inside), mansanitas (small yellow, orange
or red fruits of a local shrub that taste very sour), sago-sago (edible palm tree
fruit, with a green shell and white, soft flesh inside), sitsirya (junk food) like ET or accordion pictures
of Barbie (worth 25c). Cathy and I
always share together whatever loot we have amassed from the meager coins we
have.
courtesy: priscillasbeauty |
Cathy will always be my best childhood
BFF. She will be my sparkle pencil for all time, one who has added glitter and
glimmer in my colorful life as a child.