To Us, It's Tuesday

A gulp of beer. A slurp of the shabu shabu hot pot soup. A gulp of beer. A bite of thinly-sliced beef or dumpling. A gulp of beer.  A bite of steamed, fresh lapu lapu that they just fished out of the aquarium. A gulp of beer. A slurp of shabu shabu soup. Laughs and conversation.

Repeat.

We’re all here. It’s mother’s birthday. Like everyone else, we know well enough that everyone one of us has some sort of inner conflict or pain, but that gets assuaged whenever we are together like this. This is the joy that we will remember.