After 12 days, my mom went home yesterday from San Francisco. Throughout that period, no bad, significant incidence happened in our house. Everything, as termed by police and military authorities, is “generally peaceful.”
After 10:30 a.m. that day, just as I arrived from church, she went home with three balikbayan boxes containing clothes, bags, food and multivitamins not just for us but for the nephews and nieces from the maternal side. (I am jealous with the tortilla wraps.)
After sorting what’s inside of the box for others, just like what happened last January, here’s what items left –aluminum foil burner covers, black pepper, Parmesan cheese, candy from last Halloween, and almond dark chocolate biscottis — just to name a few.
My sister have a Chromebook but she gave it to Dad but she keeps the Pentax DSLR camera.
For me, she did not send an oversupply of Swiss Miss Milk Chocolate as I wanted but also Honest Earth Creamy Mashed Potatoes. No colored gel pens for my bullet journal as I wanted.
Now that mom is home, it’s back to normal. Back to delegating her busy work at school with huge backlogs as she has limited computer literacy.
While the Christmas countdown resumes and its playlist escalates, what happened yesterday is considered to be an advanced Christmas gift sans the decors.
We’re still trying to set it up by this week.