THIS HAPPENED TO ME
A Promise Unkept
Honouring a promise even if delayed is the right thing to do
MOVING house, especially when you’re downsizing, is not a cakewalk.
You have to decide which sentiment-laden house stuff would go with the move, or if the same would even fit in the downsized residence.
But of all the nitty-gritty of moving, emptying closets, drawers and cupboards was tough for me. Tough because I needed to sort out which items to keep, and which ones to bin.
The task, however, turned perplexing when I found a Mirage-branded keychain, a souvenir, tucked in my old cosmetic bag. It was shoved at the back of the drawer of a dressing table.
As I’ve never been to Las Vegas, the keychain could only have been given to me.
But souvenir keychains have a rather short shelf life in my possession, so why did I keep this one?
When it dawned on me who the giver of the keychain was, I felt cold as guilt washed all over me.
Bituing Walang Ningning (A Star Without Sparkle)
The keychain was given to me by a good friend, Nerissa Cabral, during a rare get-together of Philippine writers about eight years ago.
