Holy Week hideaway

For the whole Holy Week, I am here at my parents' house with my baby. Some people would go to places to chill and relax. They would do panaad, or whatever it is that de-stresses them; to be able to reflect and deflect from the daily stresses in life. Me, I simply hit my parents' house. I do this on long weekends; or just as often as  I can. It is always a vacation mode here. My parents's house is big, its windy, and gosh, there is a flood-ful of food: fruits, vegetables; fresh fish; biscuits, etc. My mother has this bad habit of cooking for 20 people; though our headcount stops at 4.

My sister who is based in Singapore and has just gotten married, is also here with her infant. She is here on a whole month pit stop before settling with her hubby in the UK for good. So the house smells of baby wash, fresh diapers, and is noised by the beautiful suckling sound of breastfed babies.

It feels wonderful looking at my parents "taking care" of the babies. My father would look after the babies willingly; mom would would feed my 11-month old with real food to, oftentimes, my reserves. Like she did when we were kids, she'd feed with great abandon.

I am savoring my ride at my parents' house, Monday is just a sniff away from now and I'd be smack back to my reality.

Wish the time would stretch a little longer than the usual.  

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