Her Other December

For long She discreetly protected her December. Everybody loves to be in this state, bliss. Everybody anticipates it with fervent desire of celebrating. It’s abundant. The coolness of the breeze signifies that it is coming.

Unfortunately, on its way, the natural rain turned into storms. Many places flood resulting to people in low area to evacuate. Local government built evacuation sites for them to shelter for the moment. Her family moved too. Then the storm passed. Many people went home but found their houses destroyed. Some things were washed away while some stayed. Too much destruction happened. It’s no longer the house they lived. They cannot do anything to change the effects of the calamity but to repair the damage and live in and with it. So they did. It cost them time, money and effort to build the house they once lived. Slowly, they once again had a house, though it was not the same, at least they had found home.

December is yet to come. Though she wishes to have the same December again, the storm has affected her desire of anticipating. She realized that actuality is better than anticipation.