In Tony talks, I watched Candy Pangilinan's interview. There she talked about her painful experiences and Quentin, her only son. And a thought struck me. I thought about 1 Corinthians 13: 4-8. This is what it said:
Love is always patient and kind. It is never jealous. Love is never boastful or conceited. It is never rude or selfish. It does not take offense and is not resentful. Love takes no pleasure in other people's sins, but delights in the truth. It is always ready to excuse, to trust, to hope, and to endure whatever comes.
And I remembered my mom, who would always sing me to sleep. Who would always comfort me when I'm down. Who had sleepless nights, thinking of what to do. Who's ready to sacrifice for her children. And the one who's always ready to jump to take a bullet. No amount of gratitude could ever replace the blood, sweat, and tears she went through for all of us. And even though I always rebelled against her, I'm still very grateful that she handled my stubbornness and attitude.
I thought of my grandma, who is stubborn but nonetheless loving and caring. Who always lectures me about doing good deeds. Who always yells at me for coming home late from school. Who always gives me a piece of advice.
I also thought about my sister, who's far away from me. Who's also taking good care of a naughty child of her own. Who's always forgiving and caring. A novice mom, even though panicking, would do everything for her son.
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