This is a picture of yesterday’s beautiful sunrise from our law firm’s balcony. This has been a familiar sight for the past 6 months. It’s already dawn and I’m all set – all set to go home.
As far as I can recall, at least once a month since June of this year, my wife would tell me that she misses me. Every time she does that, I would hold her hand, look her in the eyes, and then lovingly reassure her that I feel the same way. Yes, I miss me, too. (The portions on holding her hand and looking into her eyes are not true, but the portion on “missing me, too” has a ring of truth to it.)
Three months ago, my wife told me (through SMS or “text” because, as usual, I was at the office late at night) that she can’t wait for November to come. I knew fully well what she meant, but just to make such moment a bit light, I replied that her birthday is in November. The real reason, she told me, is that November marks the 6th month since starting my own law firm. I promised her that my long working hours would be done by then.
One (real) early morning, before I hit the road going to the office in order to finish a Supreme Court pleading, I noticed that she was sobbing; softly af first, because I guess she didn’t want me to notice. When I noticed and asked, she told me that it was nothing and that she just missed me. Well, this time, I couldn’t get myself to joke around. She has a valid point. I know I have to make up for the time I should have spent with my wife and son – which, in the first place, is the reason why I resigned from the Makati law firm.
When I went out of the office balcony this morning, I can’t resist taking a picture of that beautiful sunrise. It reminds me that October is through and I have a promise to keep. It reminds me that a new beginning is on hand.
It’s time to go home to my family.