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Appreciation Letter Letter To The Greatest Social Worker In My Life

 I only have my mother and brother whom raised me making me fatherless but never filled with sadness, so writing a letter to my mother makes me a little bit happy and a bit sad because when remembering the times that I had given her something handwritten was when I was still junior highschool student in Imus Unida Christian School and can only be counted with my fingers compare to my friends who I had given handwritten or diy's every week without any failure, making it seems like my friends are more important compare to my mother which is definitely not true for my mother is more important than them. My mother and I were fighting before I gave her the handwritten letter so it surprised me when after coming back home carrying take out foods with her I realized how a simple letter can affect our relationship and maybe the reason why we sometimes fought is because of lack of communication.

She sometimes go to a vacation so when I gave her the letter it was when she came back from her flight and after our shouting contest, at first I was a bit skeptical that she would even read the letter but I think that in the end her motherly side won and she read my ugly written letter to her.

When she proudly showed my letter to her friends like it's was a medal or something it shook me how happy but was with the badly written letter and envelope and like the video by Kara David maybe like the senior citizens my mother started to get more lonely with me going out frequently and her working everyday for our needs.

Day no. 4 (Saturday) Three is a Crowd

Reach for the Stars: First Overnight

Stay the night            

Earlier, we encountered a little problem. When I asked Uela to confirm the overnight of the group to the barangay official available in the hall, turned out they we were not allowed to stay for the rest of the night.

The reason behind that is according to the Secretary of the Barangay, caretakers sleep on the floor of the hall. There was a small space for us – when actually we arrived there as a group of 13 then 11 of us would sleep overnight.

Around 2 in the afternoon, some of us ate lunch at Mama Jemma’s house together with her children, for we discovered that the children have not yet eaten a second meal of the day.

Afternoon play

As a second step to engagement, we managed to do more child activities like tamaang tao, piko, habulan and even ball catching that caters more number of children than the 3rd day. And some of us played with the kittens.

There are a dozens of names to remember. And some of it I forgot. Above all, there are memories and experiences to be treasured.

On the afternoon of February 9, we arrived at Barangay Maliksi 1 with our hands full of things for our overnight. Upon reaching the place, Uela, who came to the place earlier than us, told us that the secretary is low-key telling her that we are not allowed to sleep in the barangay hall. Since we are fully-equipped with the things we needed for the overnight, we don’t want to back out. The barangay hall is empty when we arrived because there is a meeting held by the barangay official which I think is leaded by the Secretary so we decided to go to the Barangay Captain’s house to tell to him our concern.

Upon reaching Kapitan’s house, a woman, which I assume his wife entertained us. She told us that Kap is not in the house and maybe we could check if he’s in the covered court and so we left. When we were almost on the covered court, our other member called us to tell us that Kap is already there so we returned to his house. We were welcomed by him and they served us biscuits and softdrinks while we tell him our concern about the place we will be sleeping for our overnight.

The mother of all ‘bungangerang-but-preventive’ nanay: Nanay Lagring

             After doing a big confession, unfortunately, I didn’t actually witness my grandmother’s reaction since she is good at concealing her struggles. But her eyes were still calling for someone to listen or to talk to — since she is home alone when every member of the family are busy or out.

             Despite of unseen expression of hers, I know —because I’m her ‘apo’— that somehow that hardships or every day would be lighten, caused of my appreciation letter.

APPRECIATION LETTER: TO THE BEST NANANG IN THE WORLD

In Retrospect

           We just got home from an exhausting trip consisting of an entrance exam, and a birthday party. Each of us in the family carried stress with us as we entered our home, heading to our respective bedrooms, as if our beds called to us. I was a bit nervous about giving my letter to my mom; afraid that she might not appreciate it due to the tiresome agents of stress. But, when I handed it to her, she was genuinely surprised at the little pink envelope.

           My mother cried tears of joy upon reading my letter that held a promise. She told me, “Parang kailan lang, ang liit liit mo pa (It seems like it was only yesterday, you were so little),” reminiscing the days when I would write her letter upon letter as young as four years old. Though I did not cry, we hugged and I found myself confessing that I do not want to go to college and rent a dorm anymore – I just wanted to be by her side.

           She assured me that I have to go to college, and that I’ll be able to get through it. I believe her, I really do. I can do it, but it will never be the same without her by my side.