By: Jennifer Olmillo
The summer before I was to enter Grade 3, My mom told me that my cousin Jasmine would be visiting in two weeks ‘ time. Jasmine and I were very close ; she was like a sister to me.
That afternoon was very hot. My mom and I were the only ones home, chatting by the gate while we waited for my dad to come home. She told me to get some apple juice and some snacks from the kitchen for our merienda. As I prepared the juice and the food, I saw Jasmine standing behind me. “O nariyan ka na pala. Teka ititimpla rin kita ng juice. I know pagod ka sa byahe. Samahan mo na lang si mama sa gate at wala siyang kausap doon,” I told her she smiled at me. “Ano ba? Para kang tanga. Pumunta ka roon at kausapin mo si mama’t huwag kang parang loka loka riyan.”
She left me alone in the kitchen as I brought out another glass for her. when I went back out to the gate. I saw that my mom was alone. “O, bakit tatlo ang juice na yan?” my mom asked. “Kay Jasmine po. Nasaan po ba siya? Sabi kong dito siya pumunta at makipagkwentuhan muna sa inyo. Kausap ko siya kanina sa kusina. Wala namang sinabi, nakangiti lang na parang naloloka,” I said.
My mom gave me a what-are-you talking-about look. “Hindi ako umalis dito sa gate. Hindi dumaan si Jasmine dito,” she said. Our gate was the only entrance to our house. The telephone rang. It was my tita Annie Jasmine’s mother, and she was crying when I answered the phone. “Jhenn, si Jasmine naaksidente pauwi rito galing school. Patay na ang pinsan mo!” she said tearfully. I was in shock and I couldn’t believe her. I am now in my 2nd year of college but I still dream of my cousin, usually a flashback or a recollection of what we did when she was still alive.