i think it’s amazing that my dad can remember how many chairs there are to that decade-old dining table set.
there are six of them.
they were bought when we were still little kids,
the chairs that match the table to match with the floor
not only to match the colour but also the patterns.
but the floor in our home now isn’t quite the same as the floor in our old home.
i remember rows of little windows, with pink flowery curtains in each room
and long orange-coloured ones for the living room.
there were two small mango trees
on our back yard view from the kitchen
with the brown wooden cabinets and shelves complementing the stove
that was more than 15 years ago
but he remembers how many chairs there were from that dining table set.
he was asking: where is the other chair? there is one more.
and my sister took it out of her room to add to the dining table.
we didn’t even remember how many there were.
and i was thinking
maybe this dining table set does match the current floor where we have our meals now
the patterns aren’t exact matches, but the colour is perfect.
as much as he remembers things i just hope
that he doesn’t remember how angry he was today
and the last couple of days.
it’s difficult to have normal meals when the air is thick with tension
i was holding the onion container and it almost slipped from my hands
it was just a small plastic container
but i was so scared that even the scattering of fried onions would make him blow up
with that kind of mood in him today, no one really dared to speak
even the eating was silent for a while
i think i let out a breath when he was finished with his meal and got up to leave the kitchen
it was really heart-hammering.