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OLD BAGGAGE | STURMXFREI

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Did you ever felt like you're carrying something heavy?

Did you ever felt like you're worrying too much?

Did you ever felt like you're still stuck in that old time?

If yes.. then maybe you're carrying too much baggage...

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"Ellinor!" my mama called.

"Yes po ma, saglit lang!" I replied and walked towards my mother, with my baggages.

"Oh, ba't parang andami naman n'yan? Just bring important things hija!" she said while looking at my baggage.

Is it too much?

"Uh..it's all important to me." I croaked. She then looked at me intently and nodded.

"O-okay..lalagay ko lang 'to sa loob ng jeep ha? Sumunod ka na.." and she went outside to put our things inside my uncle's jeepney.

I sighed. I still can't believe that we're leaving.. This house? My father owns this. He died last year..and my mama thought that if we move to grandma's house and travel then we can finally move on. I already moved on. I don't cry anymore but, my mama does..

I pulled my baggages along with me. It's heavy because it's too many. But, it's okay..

"Hurry hija! Baka inip na ang lola mo!" she shouted. I walked faster and when I'm already near her, she lifted some of my baggage so that she can put it inside the jeep.

"Why Is this so heavy anak? Are you sure, this is all important? I didn't know you have things as many as these!" dugtong niya..

I just nodded and sat inside the jeep. I then looked at our house, and smiled bitterly.. It's quite big. I'll miss this house.. Memories flashed inside my head. How I miss those memories with my father. If he's just here he'll surely refrain my mother from moving but, I guess.. this is the right thing to do right?

I opened my eyes and.. Oh my I fell asleep!

"Ellinor anak? We're here.." bungad sa'kin ng aking ina, she started pulling out our baggages out of the jeep. My uncle helped her, they also greeted me.

"Anlaki mo na Elli!" si tiya Rosie

"Kamukhang kamukha mo si Eduardo! Gandang bata!" si tiyo romar na agad namang siniko ni tiya Rosie.

I bowed my head and looked back at my mother. She's smiling sadly at me.. I sighed.

Ginala ko ang aking mata sa lugar. This is also big.. and oh there's a..park?

"Ma? I'll just go there.." I said

"A-Ah sige.. Balik ka pag gutom ka na.. hindi mo ba babatiin muna ang lola mo?"

"Ate..tulog pa si Nanay, hayaan mo muna si Elli maglibot.Malaki na 'yan.." si tiya Rosie. She smiled at me, I smiled back.

My mom just nodded and continued pulling out baggages with my auntie and uncle. I started walking near the small park..

I sat down on the rusty swing.. I didn't know there's a park near my grandma's house huh? It's good, though. I still can see my grandma's house.. It isn't that far well.. it's not also near..the distance is just right..

I started swinging my self and then stopped when I saw a grand mother sat down at the swing next to me.. She looks old..so old.

I just bowed my head.. I want to be alone.. I guess I have no choice huh..

"Bagong lipat ka 'neng?" she suddenly asked, I looked at her..

"Uh..opo." I replied immediately.

I saw her nod.

"Hay.. Malungkot ka 'no." she asked. No, it's not a question..it's more like..a statement...

I smiled a bit.

"'Wag mong itanggi 'neng.. Kita ko agad, unang tingin ko pa lang sa'yo.." she chuckled awkwardly..

"My father died a year ago.." saad ko. She lifted her eyes on me.

"Ganoon ba? P-Pasensya ka na 'neng ha? Natuwa lang kase ako nung makita kita.. Naaalala ko ang sarili ko sa'yo .." she said..and smiled, I smiled back.

"Ayos lang po.."

"D'yan ka ba nakatira kina Romina?" she asked, referring to my grand mother..

I nodded.

"Saan po kayo nakatira?" I asked her back..and her smile faded.

"Sa ampunan 'neng.. Mag-isa na lang ako ngayon pero inaalagaan pa rin naman." she chuckled again..

Oh so she's alone? Like me..I'm always alone since my father died..

"Ang hirap nga po noon.. Ako rin po mag-isa e.." I replied.

"Aba'y oo 'neng.. Kasalanan ko rin naman.." she uttered.

"Ah..bagahe mo ba 'yong nasa terrace n'yo?" dugtong niya..

Tumango ako.

"Marami.. Importante ba lahat?" she asked.

Wow. Why do I feel like everyone will ask me why is my baggage so many?

I nodded again.

"Kaya ka siguro nabibigatan.. Ganyan rin ako noon e.. Ganyang ganyan. Marami akong dalang bagahe, hindi ako makausad..Masyadong mabigat ang lahat para madala ko.." she said.

"P-Po?" I asked, confused.

"Alam mo kase.. may mga bagay na importante sa'tin..Hindi ibig sabihin na importante 'yon ay kailangan mo na 'yong dalhin.. minsan 'yung iba ang magiging rason para ikaw ay mabigatan..para ikaw ay hindi makausad.. At isa 'yon sa pinagsisisihan ko noon.."

It's deep. But it hit me.

"40 years na'ko mag-isa.. Ikaw hija?" she asked.

"I-Isang taon po.." I replied. My voice broke..

"Hindi na rin masama.."

Our conversation was deep but it's beautiful.. When I got home after talking to her.. I immediately hugged my mom and opened my baggage.. It's full because I put my father's pictures inside.. His journals, his favorite bag, he's favorite hairband of mine, he's favorite shirt. I kept them all.. All of his favorite things.. --the reason why it's heavy..

That old woman was right. My heart is heavy all this time because of those old baggage.. I thought keeping them is fine..But it turns out.. it will be the reason why my heart is so heavy to the point that i cannot breathe.

It became a burden to me, causing me not to move forward..causing me to not breathe .. I hate to admit this but, I have to let go of those baggage that burden me.. so that I can move.. so that I can be free..

I wiped the tears on my cheeks. One thing that I realized was.. when someone or something is important to you..It is not always meant to be kept.. because sometimes they are the one who will weigh you down..their heaviness will burden you..and you'll drown.

I smiled.

THANK YOU FOR READING! I HOPE YOU UNDERSTAND THE MORAL LESSON OF MY STORY. IT'S A BIT CONFUSING BECAUSE I WANT YOU TO BE CONFUSED. LOL. PLEASE DON'T PLAGIARIZE MY STORY. : )