As a child, I grew up not believing in Santa Claus but I did wish that fairies were real – tooth fairies, whatever fairies – I wanted them to be real. There was no hassle for me to pretend to be a good girl just so I could have presents on Christmas day. I wanted to be good because I just want to. Don’t get me wrong just because I never believed in him. I had a fair share of a fairytale-filled childhood. But I only chose the things I believed in. I think that is true up until now.
Last week, I watched a movie entitled Letters to God. It’s about a 10-year old boy named Tyler Doherty who has cancer and an admirable faith. Everyday, he wrote letters to God, put it in an envelope and sealed it with a stamp. He gave each letter to their street’s mailman to actually “bring it to God”. A lot of lives were changed because of what he did. Not only were their encouraged to write letters to God, but their faith was strengthened and they realized the importance of both God and prayer in their lives. (If you want to watch the movie, click here [x])
It all started two weeks ago.
I was lying awake in bed. Around 1 in the morning and feeling so sad. I did say my evening prayer and wanted to fall asleep a little bit early. But I just couldn’t make myself do it. My body clock’s so messed up. A lot of things were running through my mind that night. What ifs, possibilities, options, alternatives, decisions to be made, questions. While I was staring lazily at one spot in our ceiling, I suddenly noticed a little firefly. Its tiny light blinking. On then off. On then off. On then off again. I could not help but stare at it. As if for a minute or two, my mind went blank and all I did was gaze upon the beauty of that shimmering being.
My Mom and I were talking seriously about a certain matter when I got distracted with Tutty chewing something. Tutty, my very naughty baby-sister-slash-pet-dog, jumped on my Mom’s working table this morning, taking with her Mom’s correction tape in her mouth. That was what she was chewing. My Mom was so angry at her because it’s a habit she has been keeping up with the past days. Scared with all the scoldings, I took the correction tape from Tutty and tried to fix it.