It was already 2++ A.M. when Dad arrived. He smelled liquor and looked tipsy. I thought that maybe they had a few drinks after dining out. So, I decided to head to my room and have a sleep. Left both of my parents in the sala and made my way upstairs. When I finally laid off my drowsy mood, I felt the need to drink first. So yeah, opted to go back downstairs and quenched my thirst.
Since I was really really really tired, I stomped all the way down. STOMP.. STOMP.. STOMP.. I knew my feet were really heavy that time. I stomped one step at a time -- made really noisy steps. And when I was halfway the stairs, saw both of my parents sitting down the couch while sala room was so murky. I ignored their presence and continued stomping to the fridge.
Then, when I got near them, it got awkward -- super awkward. BECAUSE I HEARD THEM PRAYING. MY DAD WAS ACTUALLY LEADING A SPONTANEOUS PRAYER. Geeeeeez. And I realized I made really noisy steps. Tsk. Sorry parents. :| I moved really fast and went upstairs right after I drank. And even after I passed by them on my way up, they weren't finish with the prayer yet.
Later on, while in my room, so much thoughts came into my mind. Told myself, "My dad's great. My mom's great. My parents are. Our family is. Geeeez. Dad went home tipsy and really late. Mama's tired and sleepy. However, they prayed TOGETHER before they sleep. And here I am, with my sister snoring while in dreamland, never thought of praying before we sleep. But our parents, despite their so busy schedule and tired bodies, they still alloted time for prayer -- for our family. Haaaaay."
SOBRA PANI'S KONSENSYA.

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