There was this New Year's eve when I was down with a flu. I was in 5th grade elementary, if I remember it correctly. Everyone was up and about, jumping and frolicking outside the house except me. They were all in their polka-dotted wardrobe with coins noisily jiggling inside their pockets.
Meanwhile, upstairs, I was under the bed covers, sniffing and coughing. At the strike of midnight, mom came up to my room and did her best 'let's-celebrate-the-new-year-even-though-you're-sick' merriment. She even encouraged me to jump, something old folks encourage you to do at the changing of the year. They say one will increase height because of it.
I got well soon enough after the New Year's celebrations and just in time when the school started again. At the first night after getting back to school. Mom asked me to go outside. Turns out everyone have already some sort of firework in their hands and ready to light up. It was a post-New Year, New Year celebration. I had my own, too. We lighted everything and acted as if it were still December 31st and it was just seconds into January 1. We also had a fountain firework.
She let me experience the new year celebrations after all. Mom was like that doing all sorts of things that even though you don't think is really of any consequence, it is. She's thoughtful like that.
Last night, when the year changed, all I did was utter a simple "Happy New Year," sadly, to myself. I asked myself, 'was that that?' It's very pathetic. I sometimes think I will get used to living alone and celebrating, or not, such holidays but I guess I never really took to that. Last year, I have decided to be happy and celebrate Christmas and the New Year. That went up in flames, obviously. I think I'll opt out again this year. These holidays, they're really nothing without the people who have shown you what being happy is.
Best,
A
Meanwhile, upstairs, I was under the bed covers, sniffing and coughing. At the strike of midnight, mom came up to my room and did her best 'let's-celebrate-the-new-year-even-though-you're-sick' merriment. She even encouraged me to jump, something old folks encourage you to do at the changing of the year. They say one will increase height because of it.
I got well soon enough after the New Year's celebrations and just in time when the school started again. At the first night after getting back to school. Mom asked me to go outside. Turns out everyone have already some sort of firework in their hands and ready to light up. It was a post-New Year, New Year celebration. I had my own, too. We lighted everything and acted as if it were still December 31st and it was just seconds into January 1. We also had a fountain firework.
She let me experience the new year celebrations after all. Mom was like that doing all sorts of things that even though you don't think is really of any consequence, it is. She's thoughtful like that.
Last night, when the year changed, all I did was utter a simple "Happy New Year," sadly, to myself. I asked myself, 'was that that?' It's very pathetic. I sometimes think I will get used to living alone and celebrating, or not, such holidays but I guess I never really took to that. Last year, I have decided to be happy and celebrate Christmas and the New Year. That went up in flames, obviously. I think I'll opt out again this year. These holidays, they're really nothing without the people who have shown you what being happy is.
Best,
A
