Nelson, an old friend from college, came home to the country with
But things can happen in between. Tragedies and even fate can intervene with ones plans. When the day came and I received a short message that he is here, I thought, "Oh shit. I have nothing to give."
I dug through my pockets. I only had enough for bus fare to go to where he's staying and back home, and nothing else.
I ended up rummaging through my piles of drawings and picking a nice one for him.
"Damn, I just hope he likes this measly drawing. I guess - and I hope - this'll do as a gift," I was telling myself as I tried to carefully wrap the drawing with some brown paper and a ribbon recycled from a gift wrap of two years ago.
I gave it to him when I arrived at his hotel room.
We met our other friends.
We talked. Laughed. I cracked some Canadian jokes to
It was good, really good to see an old friend.
I received this in my email today:
Here’s a view of my little (cluttered) office space, with your drawing on one wall. ;-) Thought you might appreciate this.
Hope you’re well, and good luck with your exhibit. I’m sure sisikat ka na (wag mo kaming kalimutan, ha?)