The Lost Reappeared

This is not my usual day to day topic but I need to note which day is which. So yesterday, I have decided to accept the fate of my cat (which I created and invented on my mind).


Before I fell asleep last night, I didn’t want to be worried about the disappearance of my precious. So I decided to do what I know I could do best: let my worries out and give them to God.

My prayer that night was for God to make Manaw a safe path towards the house, if not a safe place to sleep and rest. I let go of the worries I had because I know that I cannot do anything more than ask for help. There are things that only Him can. I didn’t want to tire myself up for something that I cannot control. That was the bravest thing I did for the situation. I surrendered all my weakness to Him.

The night was fine. I have had dreams. Normal dreams I cannot remember. But the shocking part was when something bit me on my legs and I woke up confused. When I saw the clock, it was only 5 in the morning.

I didn’t want to go back to sleep because I remembered that Manaw didn’t come back home yet. It was heartbreaking.

The reveal…

Until it’s already half past 5 and my bf showed me a photo.

He told me after that he came back at 11 in the evening, ten minutes after we stopped texting last night. I don’t know why he didn’t tell me but I am okay now.

I was so happy I didn’t want to go and see him personally. Because if I do, I will cry my lungs out. I decided to go after lunch at 5 o’clock. (it was an inside joke because I always go out in the house later than “after lunch” and my bf didn’t take me seriously the next time I told him so.) I went at 3 o’clock.

When I saw him, I hugged him so tight he must have choked. Then I gave him “croccantini”, Italian for treats.

And then we decided to go to the balcony to get some fresh air. Here he is saying sorry.

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