Tuesday, December 7, 2010

4. My last one minute of my life

So my life is over and in this one minute of my life I get to replay something. That something would be with my dad, honestly I'd have to say many summers ago my family and I went camping out at Texada Island. And on one night I just couldn't sleep and I was afraid I came out of my tent and I went up to my parents and asked if I could stay up for a bit. Intending that they did was great but rather than me just sitting there listening my dad took me to the beach at night and we sat there together and just listened to the waves crash and the crickets cricketing and the grass was whistling. He stayed there with me until I feel asleep. That for one is one of my most memorable memories with my dad that I will never forget.
And right now in my time of life I don't do anything like that anymore even when I'm older does it really matter? No I don't think so whatever age it is I can still do things like that with my parents. 
Why I chose it? Well I chose it because I never do things with my dad..and he changed into someone else I don't even know. 

I actually have a second one out of these two I really have no clue which one would come first cause they are both equal. But in 2009 I went on a missions trip to Mexico and I met a young boy at an orphanage named Oscar. He meant over the top to me and out of everything I did with him the one memory that stood out was when we were sitting around the campfire and he came and sat next to me and cuddled up to me. Then he said something like this in Mexican "Puedes ser mi mamá?" 
I asked "pardon?" even though I think I somewhat understood. He said, "you my mom?" 
I wanted to take Oscar with me you have no idea what it's like to have a orphan boy who lived through poverty and his parents through him on the street and now lives at an orphanage and now is asking YOU to be his mom..to take him.
But I promised him I would come back to see him so if I could I would repeat that in my life just to see him again. 





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