Baby Anferny

I miss him. Terribly. I miss his hugs and innocent eyes. I miss his eagerness to see the world. I miss his fascination of moving objects and all that is colorful. I miss him speaking gibberish because it made sense. It saddens me not to see him grow everyday like, I used to.

I used to be part of his daily routine. When I come home from work, he always spends time in my bedroom, doing nothing and anything at the same time. Now, it has just become good memories. I used to teach him how to speak English for three years -- when syllables became words; words became phrases; until phrases became sentences. And after a month of separation, I had lost it to Bisaya speaking neighbors.

I just left a month ago. I taught him English for three years, and he doesn’t speak the language anymore. If I don’t see him in a year, would he still remember all the things that I have taught him? Or sadly, would he still remember me, at all?

I’ll love him. Even if he no longer remembers the things that I have taught him. Or even if he no longer remembers me at all. Because he will always be my baby love.

Tita misses you, Anferny. So much, of course.