chArONIMOUS

cliche.cliche.cliche.

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A teacher is known to be a fountain of knowledge for the thirsty, and a fastfood chain for the hungry. However, that day, mam taught me something way beyond the textbooks. Something that i'll be keeping for a lifetime. Or even until this material body of mine decomposes and aid another plant to continue the cycle of life.

We had a talk, but not as teacher-student. She wasn't asking me a question to test if i was paying attention, nor was I inquiring about the lesson. We were simply two people talking about life, as it was manifesting itself. I was a human being, and so was she. That was it.

I honestly didn't know why i wanted that conversation to take place, but i did. And the reason was soon to be revealed.

Almost everything about this year was hitting the boundary of grief and I was teettering at the brink of transforming into a product of 21st century loners - an emo. However, that was never an option of mine so I just dropped the thought.

I was seeking for peace of mind, and something to shut my conscience up. But it seemed that I NEEDED help, and i couldn't turn to anyone(except chis, and others) who can give me a mature advice. I was being tormented silently at the thought of someone suffering because of me.

That's when her words struck me, like a bolt of lightning piercing through my heart, and through the thin glass that cups my tears.

" Its why they tell you, the more you hate, the more you love. The more the person has invested feelings of love for you, the more he/she will get hurt and hate you because of dissapointment. He/She has loved you, that's why he/she may hate you. He/She won't get mad if she didn't care."

She need not say it again, nor elaborate, just like in our daily class lectures. She has made her point, a point well taken, and a point treasured.

To mam, thank you so much po.

To mam pang isa, thank you din po.

And to mam, i'm SORRY.