There Are Many Ways To See the World

I’m  yearning for the sound of water flowing from the faucet, the sink is clogged.

 I’m longing for the giggling of kids and heavy footsteps running up and down the stairs – beautiful slippers are scattered all around.

 I’m curious about the people talking behind the walls - with noises I don’t understand.  

I love the transparency of emotions on a woman’s eyes when she’s giving you something or asking you for a favor – her head bowed down. 

I love to hear stories of the past – good or bad. I listen to every testimony this woman imparts – God is indeed good in everyone’s life. 

I wonder how she loves to wear this worn-out dress when she’s this close to complaining she has a lot of dress to organize.

 I admire this person’s ability to convince and sell you something you don’t personally support – she understands that. 

I unleash genuine smiles and children greetings in the morning air – the hype of being a morning person. 

 I love the idea of having a shared bathroom and the chaos it cause us every Sunday morning – this reminds me of values sometimes forgotten.

 I appreciate how they offer to take good care of my child and squeezed her with lots of hugs and kisses – I can always fix her ponytails and hairdos in case you got it ruined.

 I hate the smell of cigarettes, dirty floor, dead fishes, and overflowing trash bins – I appreciate if you can offer a hand.

 I’m always looking forward to the food you prepare for lunch and the trips we plan afterward. But unplanned trips are always the best – I’m more excited on that! 

I love the taste of milk tea delivered on my doorsteps – it awakens my senses.

 But most especially, I love the smell of the kitchen – the view of fresh vegetables like I woke up on my father’s farm. 

I like it all.  

"I see the value of each and every way of being and it makes me happy that these people are in this world!"

-G.R. Rondolos