"The Living Room"
Our house was not big but not too small either. My favorite part is the living room. On the right side, you would see a long old sofa and a green curtain while on the left side are two red sofas that my father would always sit. The living room was the main part of our house. It has cement wall, ripped floor mats, old refrigerator and entertainment part in the front. There's also two windows, habitually used as an alarm clock. The windows give us the sign when the sun would start to shine, telling us it's time to wake.
I can still remember when my father would lay there, stomach on the floor with a pillow under his head, and we would stand from his behind, as if massaging him, and he would moan from relief. Those times we shared when he sings his favorite songs in the karaoke or when he got carried away or thrilled by the "FPJ's Ang Probinsyano"while we play with his calloused hands.
The living room would be a part of our house I can never forget. The place that used to give me smiles, now I can no longer find solace. The moment I have witnessed a lifeless body lying there, for a moment... my vision hazed, I cannot hear a thing and I can not phrase a word. It was so instantaneous. I was lost in my own reveries and didn't in my wildest dreams could ever imagine I would lose someone so dear in my heart until it happens. I can not forget and I choose not to.
Every part of the living room holds something so precious like diamonds that never fades away. The place remains, and He may not be physically but so is he.