Supposed to be lying under a coffin.

          Standing in front of the mirror, is somehow being a habit of everyone. Then we might just question ourselves "Is there something in the past that we should know?". Actually I was asking myself that same question every day. 
        My Family and I went to Cabatuan last week. We are going to a party wherein everybody is invited. I had fun, I ate a lot, I enjoyed every minute with all my cousins when my Dad called me. He introduced to me a "sikad driver" and said "Ate ito siya ang sumagip sa iyo nung baby ka pa". My jaw just dropped, My eyes widened and my mind full of questions. I just heard the word "sumagip" that means I was being saved by a "sikad driver". What is happening? Is all I can ask.
      When we went home I asked my Mom what tragic moment happened during my childhood life. She then let me sit beside her, then she began to tell the story.
      "You, Me, Your Dad and Your Sister went back here in the Philippines from Qatar. Your Dad is planning to have a huge party, he invited all my Aunts, Uncles and Cousins, his closest friends and all most everyone just to welcome us back. Your Dad and I are really, really busy entertaining guests and visitors. That means there is no one looking after you and your sister. I told your Dad that he should look after you. Your Dad said Yes. Maybe because he forgot about you, he thought you are playing with your cousins. You saw your cousin going outside and you followed her. Your cousin crossed the street and it seems that you are still an amateur you didn't put in mind that children crossing the streets is prohibited. You still followed her. When you're crossing the street there is a huge truck after you. The huge truck was about to hit you. It's a good thing that a "sikad driver" saved you and gave you to your cousin (the one you are following). Your cousin told us everything and I was really angry to your Dad". 
     My Mom paused. I then rushed into the Comfort Room and took a look at myself. I am a very lucky child, if it wasn't for that "sikad driver" I would be dead, lying under a coffin. I then asked myself what would happen to My Mom would she still be angry with my Dad? Would Dad be regretting why he leaved me with my cousins? Would my sister enjoy her life without having me? 
     Every evening when it's bed time I was imagining that my bed would be just like a huge coffin. Where I always remember my childhood. Then being happy for being alive.