Writing for 9/30

Date : 9/30

Time starting : 7.00 p.m

Idea I am pursuing : A continuation of 9/28

Time ending : 7.16 p.m

 "It is all thanks to your hard effort, dear. Despite living in hardship, you tried your best to make sure our kids got the best education they can. You never fail to ensure that. In your eyes, education is something that you never neglected," Ana replied, her voice hinting a sense of pride and respect.

"Well, I do not want our kids to end up like their father. It is any parent wish to see their kids achieve a height they themselves could never reach, no?',

"Perhaps," Ana chuckled in amusement.

"Hey, I am being serious here," I retorted.

"Yes, yes, dear. I guess that philosophical side of yours would never die with time."

Thus, we spent time talking like this. From different people eyes, it may seem to hold little meaning other than empty conversations. And as they said, time flies and soon the curtain of darkness starts to fall, signaling the approaching night time.

"Should we head back now?. They might be worried if we still have not returned."

"Might as well,"

I rowed the boat back to the shore. Tonight, it is different too. All of our kids are visiting us to celebrate our anniversary. It is rare to have them all available at the same time. So, today is an extra special occasion for both Ana and me. As I tied my boat, I see my eldest child, Alphonse running toward me.

"Where did you go, dad?. We are all waiting for you. We are worried if something might have happened." he said, stuttering while gasping for breath.

"Nonsense. You should know very well how good I am with the sea. These old bones still haven't gone rusty yet," I replied, shoving off his worries, "I am just...........cherishing some memories, if I may call it that way,"

Writing for 9/28

Date : 9/28

Time starting : 6.32 p.m

Idea I am pursuing : A continuation of yesterday story

Time ending : 6.47 pm

"Do you remember the first time you asked my dad for his permission to marry me?", Ana asked, a small grin carved on her lips.

"How could I ever forgot that?. It is literally the toughest part of my life." I replied, shaking my head in dismay. It is not something that I will like to remember as fast as memories go.

"But you did it somehow, you never knew when to give up and that is one of the point that I liked the most about you,"

"How could I back down when it comes to the woman that I hold dearest to my heart?, Plus, I think he was just worried about your well-being too. I mean, look at me. I am simply a fisherman. I can not promise you a life of luxury. I can not promise you a life full of wealth. Even now, that is something that will never change,"

"I had always believed love that is built on the foundation of gold is the easiest to crumble, dear. I thought I had told you that times and times again. I married you for who you are, it is as simple as that," she smiled lovingly. Once a beautiful woman in her prime age and even now, still as lovely as the first time I met her.

"We had really come a long way, don't we?. Even our youngest child, Diana is already in college. Mike is studying overseas, same as Fiana. And our eldest son, I had no clue how he had managed to become head of a company."

Writing for 9/27

Date : 9/27

Time starting : 3.45 p.m

Idea I am pursuing : Maybe something centered about a sad, touching story?.

Time ending : 4.00 p.m

The sun is about to set past the horizon when I rowed my loyal wooden boat out to the sea. No sign of storm or anything of the sort for this evening. It is pretty much the exact definition of a calm, relaxing evening to spend time by. I rowed and rowed until I am at the middle of the sea. I am not a stranger to these waters. I had made my years of living through it. But today, it is different. Today, it is special. I am not setting out to this vast ocean in order to catch tunas or salmons or other ocean dwellers to fund my expenses. I am here to create something more than that, something that can not be bought by money nor gold. something that I hope will last forever in my mind, something that is best described as memories. When I decided I have rowed far enough, I stopped and release my grip on the pair of oars.

"What's the problem?. Don't tell me you are tired already?" a feminine voice speaks out to me from the other end of my boat. It is a tone that is less insulting but more of being cheeky.

"Please, I am not that old yet", I chided back.

She merely giggled at my reply. As the sunset shines over her face, I once again realize how lucky I am to be blessed with such a perfect wife and even more so when we actually had made it past our 25th anniversaries. Even though she might have aged a bit, she will never cease to be the beautiful woman that had once captivated my heart. Today, seeing her like this had made me fallen all over her again.