Regrets and Farewells

Two years later.

I loved my grandparents, and I should have spent more time with my grandmother because she died when I was nine years old. I loved spending my time with her, even if my grandparents' room, from my dad's side, smelled like incense, oil, and an older person's scent. I used to sneak in and steal money coins from my grandfather because he had coins and I used them to buy food. It was easy; he was blind and old, after all. I wanted to have a walk with my grandmother, but due to her diabetic disease, she can't move an arm and a leg (I forgot which side.) Currently, the life of a nine years old.

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Never once in my life that I thought I was going to go to Canada. When my dad told me that we were going to Canada and live there, I told my friends about it, and they didn't believe it. I had known them for at least four years since the kindergarten, and I thought I was lying as well! I didn't know what was happening, and by the time that I had to say goodbye to Steve, I was in a blur. I didn't even say goodbye to the others; I felt a tug of guilt and sadness despite what happened though, I became rebellious to my mom (I was a kid, and I didn't see her for six long years. I wasn't going say, "Hey mom, I forgive you from leaving, and I regret nothing!").

Heck, I regretted a lot of things: for leaving, not being rebellious enough, for not spending more time with my relatives and friends from back home, for not spending time with my grandmother and grandfather. Oh, who was I kidding? Even if I wanted to go back, I couldn't. As I was just a nine years old kid who had an innocent mind and was turning 10. I remembered that I only said goodbye to my mommy (my mother's sister), other relatives, and my cousin Steve. I loved his reaction. He did not know what to say as if he was about to cry because I was leaving; he only hugged me. Heck, I did laugh.

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We waited for hours for the airport to go flying another fourteen hours to Canada. I liked the business class airplane, there was food (of course), and there was a tv I could use to watch Avatar with a headset on (man, that was heaven!!). We arrived in Canada on May 31st, 2013. I could have started going to school in May, but my mother didn't knew that, and thank goodness she didn't because I do not, I repeat, do not want to go to school, where my English level wasn't exactly spectacular. There I saw my mom and my aunt Lory from my mother's side, picking us up from the airport. And I met my cousin, Iris (who was four years old). Immature as I was back then and I didn't have many toys back in the Philippines, I played with her toys, and an average child like her would always snatch it from me and say, "No. It's mine!" Of course it is. We fought for two weeks. She would still smack me on my back and pull my hair and never share. I hated her (well, not anymore, I had grown well and matured already!). We had to go 'home' to my mother's house. Funny how I remembered being entirely happy because I was leaving my cousin.