Hi, this happened to me when I was in second grade, a year
after my Lola (grandmother) passed away.
We lived alone my father and I, and often when I woke up he
would be out already for work. So at a young age I learned
how to cook, do the laundry and other house chores to fend
for myself.
Often, when I was staying with my cousins in the weekends,
my Father would be left in the house and he would often
forget to unplug the iron. He would be so worried so he
would rush home and pray that there was no damage done,
only to find the iron not just unplugged, but also safely
put away in its place. That happened a lot. Every time my
Father forgot to unplug or turn something off when he came
home, it would be turned off, unplugged and put in its
place.
I remember I had this favorite shirt that I loved wearing
to school. It was white and had golden leaves adorning the
upper shoulder halfway to your chest. I told myself that
after it dries from the washing, I was going to iron it and
wear it to school the next day (I distinctly remember it
was a Wednesday). Unfortunately though, the lights went off
that night, even when my shirt dried, I had to iron it
because the fabric was wrinkly. It was almost eleven in the
eve my Father was appointed to a province so I was left
alone that night no lights, and a shirt I so badly wanted
to wear for school. Accepting the fact that the lights
won’t turn on till early the next morning I hung my
favorite wrinkled shirt inside my closet and thought I’d
wear it next time. That was all and I retired for the night.
About six a.m, I woke up to get ready for school surprise,
surprise the lights were still out but the morning light
was seeping through my window and I saw something draped on
my chair. As I picked it up it surprised me to see it was
my favorite shirt! The one with the golden leaves and such,
what was puzzling was it was ironed! Not a crease, not a
wrinkle was on it! I didn’t know how to explain it. I was
going to be late for school if I thought too much so I got
ready and happily wore my favorite clean wrinkle free shirt
with the golden leaves.
In school, I thought about it. I know I put the shirt in
the closet before I slept because I couldn’t wear it for it
was too wrinkled. I thought maybe I sleep walked and ironed
it but then how? The lights were still out when I woke up.
So how come it wasn’t wrinkled? Who ironed it? Who put it
on my chair so as I would see it?
One thought came to mind: My Lola, strange but I knew it
was her. Spiritually she was still taking care of us. She
always took care of my father and I, her death was too
sudden for us and I believe that she stayed with us for a
considerable time till she was sure we would be all right
by ourselves.
Again, I love you Lola, wish you were here now so I could
take care of you.
Contact me here: quesmer09@yahoo.com
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