Author: Lotlot
•5:26 PM
The Native Bamboo Bag

I was clueless on the last paragraph of Joseph's letter. I was very curious about it and I focused more on it; in fact, I even forgot that he mentioned the word " wedding" in his letter. Instead of writing him back, I slept early.

The morning was so quiet when I woke up. Joel and his family were still sleeping. Mr. Eugene read the newspaper silently in the living room. Mrs. Honor fed the turkeys outside the fence. Thinking of Joseph's plan for that day, I got out from my room hurriedly to find him. Yet, he was not in his room nor in the yard were he used stay. Unsuccessful, I got the broom and I swept the dried leaves in the yard.

As Mrs. Honor and I burnt the dried leaves in the backyard, Joseph came to us. He brought with him the native bamboo bag. Even though I was curious on what was inside the bag, I kept silent and waited for him to talk and to tell us what was inside it.

Later on, he said, " Now, I know the thing that has kept on disturbing me for many years. [ He raised the native bamboo bag and he continued speaking].This is the answer. I'm disturbed because of this. Thank you Lot for giving me the idea. I have to settle this thing today.". I interrupted and I asked, " If you don't mind, what's that?".

Slowly, Joseph opened the bamboo bag by removing the masking tape that was wrapped around it. On the other hand, I eagerly waited for the bag to be opened. I kept on staring at it as Joseph continued on removing the masking tape around it.

" Oh my God!" the phrase I uttered when I finally saw the thing inside the bag.


to be continued...
Author: Lotlot
•4:01 PM
Secrets Uncovered

An old closet and a dusty bed struck my eyes when I opened Joseph's room. The room looked haunted. There were dusts and cobwebs everywhere. On the other hand, I felt something strange. The windows were closed but I could feel the air blowing my body. I couldn't describe my feelings at that moment. My heart was palpitating and my knees were quivering. I wanted to go out from the room but my curiosity stopped me.

Minutes later, I was tempted to open the old closet. When I opened it, I saw three things inside- a photo album, a native bamboo bag and a pile of love letters. I was very eager then to know the contents of the things I saw.

The first thing that I picked up was the native bamboo bag because I was attracted to it. It was small and unique. Its shape was tubular. Its sling was made from cloth, but its body was made from a real bamboo.

Anyway, I tried to open the bag yet it was tightly wrapped with masking tape. I tried to shake it for me to at least guess what was inside, but I didn't hear anything. I knew that there was something inside the bag because it was heavy. Also, I suspected that the content of the bag was vital to Joseph since he wrapped it tightly. Unsuccessful, I put the bag back inside the closet.

The next thing that I picked up was the photo album. I was horrified when I turned the pages of the album because I saw pictures of a fetus inside the bottle and a dead baby boy. The dead baby boy was very handsome, and he looked like a little angel sleeping. As I was about to turn to the remaining pages of the album, I heard the car coming. So, I immediately returned the album to the closet. Then, I went out from the room hurriedly.

I was disturbed with what I saw. I wondered who was that dead baby boy? Who was the owner of the fetus? What was inside the bamboo bag? Why did Joseph keep those things inside his room? What was the relationship of Joseph to the fetus and the dead baby boy?

I felt my head would explode every time I thought of the things I had discovered. I wanted Joseph to answer the questions I had in my mind but I didn't have the courage to ask him. On the other hand, I felt bad against him. I felt that he was not honest to me. I had not expected that he would hide many things from me.

After a deep thinking, I took a nap. When I woke up, I saw the notebook on my study table.

to be continued...
Author: Lotlot
•5:18 PM
Aside from collecting sandals, I'm also collecting bags. This is one thing I'm addicted to in the interim. I'm not so sure why I like collecting bags BUT I'm suspecting that maybe it's because I only had one bag when I was in high school (.. and take note: that bag was only given by my sponsor before)..That's why, now that I already have a work I want to supply myself with the things that I didn't have before..

I started collecting bags last year. Now, I have 15 bags with me. And, I'm aiming to collect at least 100 bags. Well, I'm still quite far from the number of bags I'm aiming to have, yet one thing for sure I can have them all one day..right?

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