Despite the looming ECQ, this Sunday morning amused me.
I dreamt that a family “adopted” me as one of their own. They lived at the edge of the village where we used to live, nostalgic roads I always dream about. They had a family business, a humble “Jolli-jeep”. It’s a Filipino (maybe NCR) contraption: a retired passenger jeepney that has been turned into a travelling sari-sari store; parking at conspicuous spaces near office buildings around lunchreak and afternoon snacktime, selling food: anything from rice & viand to banana-que, lumpia & turon. (I can relate to it since my mother befriended an old lady, Aling Napi, who happened to be in the same business when I was very young. We were regular customers in her Jolli-jeep in the late 80s, whenever I was at my mother’s work during summertime– a government bank in that intersection of Makati Avenue and Buendia.)
I started out to be this family’s regular customer and became close to the mother and her eldest, because she was always generous with her portions. I LOVE THAT. 😅 HAHAHA!!! 😋 I can’t exactly recall what happened in between, but I found myself helping them pack up and “go home” to their house everyday. The old lady was very endearing, as any of us would want a loving parent to be. The family members themselves were humble and decent, but I couldn’t remember their faces. It was odd that I noticed I always looked on the floor, as if my head was constantly bowed down. They are a very desirable family. Maybe they made me humble, too. It seemed like an ordinary dream until I realized the family’s composition:
A sweet old couple adopted me, they had three daughters and a son,
These siblings rarely talked to me except for one
She always took good care of me in every way,
Maybe that’s why I eventually intended to stay. 💗
Once again, memories and imagination blended in my sleep. Add wishful thinking to that. Still strange, but heartwarming and lovely. 🙃🙂
