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The dinner was great And so was her date She was hesitant at first Thinking of the worst But a gentleman he has been She was liking what she's seen
Slowly eating her ice cream chocolate She was thinking of their next date The waiter then came over with the bill And her date sat there still He then said, "such a funny thing. I neither have cash nor card. I hope you don't mind paying." She thought to herself, "Well. There drops the other shoe." She should've known he was too good to be true.
And so concludes the Dear Jeffrey story-poem series. I honestly didn’t think this would be a seven part series. I was thinking a trilogy or maybe at most 5 parts but it seems my writing got the best of me.
Thank you everyone for following along with this series. For those who weren’t able to read this from the start, the links of the previous parts are listed below.
*Paalam na sayo translates to, Goodbye to you.
PS: Did you notice the images associated with this series? They go along with our narrator’s journey.
I have villainized you I’ve made them think you plotted my downfall I am sorry I was in the wrong
I couldn’t say back then You wouldn’t say it either Both testing the waters Yet you felt I was better off not being let in to your world
I wondered if you did it to spite me So many words you failed to say So many words I failed to say as well You knew yourself better and you saw my destructive path You kept me at arms reach just enough to keep me close But you kept enough distance too for fear that my downfall may be the end of you
Still, I stayed away It was better for me It was better for you But then, I realised you wanted me back You simply wanted the special friendship we had I simply wanted it to end So I endured But you persisted
As fate would have it, our paths intertwined and I fell for your devious charms.
I was warned beforehand. But I played it cool thinking I was impervious. Oh! How wrong was I.
Unguarded. I was unguarded and it was my own fault. I turned the warning signs off. I allowed myself to be fragile and opened up my heart.
You were the wrong fit. Yet, I still kept at it. Like Cinderella’s step sisters trying to fit the glass slipper. But I was the glass slipper, wasn’t I? And unlike the step sisters, you didn’t want me to fit.
My maternal grandmother loved to cook. She learned, according to my grandfather, by watching and observing those who knew how to cook. She became one of the best cooks I know. Everyone loved her cooking snd she loved feeding people. That was her love language. She avoided using MSG and believed that those who use it are not good cooks at all. Imagine what she might have accomplished if she had a better opportunity!
When she lost her sight due to diabetes, she stopped cooking but would supervise my mom and her siblings when they were cooking things unfamiliar to them. She avoided tasting foods for fear of her sugar shooting up so she ended up smelling the food. Yes. She smelled the food to determine if it was cooked or if it needed some more seasoning.
My mom and her siblings learned and became good cooks because of grandma but to this day, they all would say that they could never match her talents.
Most of my relatives from my mom’s side are good cooks. My brothers and I know how to cook but never at par with them.
My mom and grandma didn’t have the best mother-daughter relationship but they bonded over cooking and their love of food.
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