Purple Butterfly

I am Coming Home

Friday, August 19, 2005

I’ve made my decision to go home. It’s not because I feel defeated or lonely or depressed. My family needs me, I need to be home. Although I love it here, I love the experiences I have had, the people I have met and I enjoy the people and the places but most of all, I love my family even more. I watched Charlie and the chocolate factory. It’s a story of a boy who loved chocolate, a boy that though he was poor and skinny, he had with him the most valuable treasure, his family. He is the kind of person who knows what is truly valuable and what would truly satisfy him, it was the love of his mom and dad and his old grandparents. Imagine a shack with only one bed, four old people sharing in one bed and they had to eat cabbage soup every day. I admired how they looked at life in such a positive aspect that despite their present situation, they have managed to be happy and enjoy each other. It was a wonderful movie. One day, as if it seemed choreographed by the heavens above, he found a $20 bill along the sidewalk and that he later bought for himself one bar of chocolate that had the golden ticket that will alter his future. It was a one in a million chance. Among the five kids who found the golden ticket, he proved himself worthy. Later on, Willy Wonka the owner of the chocolate factory offered the whole factory to Charlie in the condition that he leaves his family to come live with him. To become the sole heir of the Wonka chocolate factory, with a quiver on his lips the little boy said that he would not leave his family not even for all the chocolate in the world. I almost cried at what the boy said. There I was, together with my teammates, I was ashamed of myself. I felt a tug in my heart that I need to be home. I need to be where my family is, I belong there for now. Yes, I have dreams for myself. I want to establish a family of my own someday and not just any family, a family that is strong and a pillar of strength in the society. The best place to learn all that is home. Ah, how lovely that sounds for me… I thank God everyday, after each shift ends cause it brings me closer to home. A few weeks from now, after the year ends, I am coming home. I’m not worried of finding another job anymore, even if it’s a humble job. I am more concerned of being home, with my family, where I am needed, loved and valued. The opportunity for me out there is endless. I only need to have faith in the ONE who controls my future. I am excited to be home. I can’t wait to be home. For now…

Butterfly Tales
8:06 AM

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