Homemade Spaghetti and Carrot Cake

He cooked for me, you know. This October, when he fetched me from the airport.

“Let’s have breakfast. Do they charge for corkage here?”

They didn’t. I ordered hot tea for me and an iced chocolate drink for him. He brought out two plastic containers filled with spaghetti, and then a third filled with bread sticks. He then brought out two sets of colorful utensils – two plastic spoons; two plastic forks.

“Wow!”

“I ate my lunch at my work station so that I could buy the ingredients for this. I cooked this after work at the girls’ house. I told them you just threw random stuff into your frying pan so I wanted to cook for you this time. And you know how costly airport food is.”

“I know. Aww. Thank you.”

“And I bought this, too. Tada! It’s really yum.”

“Carrot cake! I’ve been craving for something sweet all week!”

“There you go. Cravings satisfied.”

“Thank you.”

I had found myself moping because he only gave me flowers that one time. But as I chewed on the spaghetti, as I took a bite from the cake, I realized how incredibly loved I was.

“Is it good?”

“It is.”

Post a Week: Nanay

Describe a moment of kindness, between you and someone else — loved one or complete stranger.

Photographers, artists, poets: show us KINDNESS.

I met Nanay at the airport. Her daughter noticed I was traveling alone. I must have had my super friendly demeanor switched on because she approached me, then startled me with her introduction and proposition: It was her mother’s first time to fly on her own — did I mind taking the little old lady under my wing during that flight?

“She can’t speak English,” she pleaded.

“Uhhh… Okay,” was my sheepish and rather hesitant reply.

Daughter sent us off past the check in counters. I stood by Nanay as the Immigration Officer put exit stamps on our maroon booklets. I led her to the luggage x-ray machine and translated because the guards spoke to her in Bahasa Melayu.

Kailangan niyo po raw inumin yung tubig niyo, bawal siya idala sa eroplano.” (He said you have to finish off your drink, outside water isn’t allowed inside the aircraft.)

We kept each other company while we waited for our delayed flight home. I showed her the way to our plane and even filled the immigration card in for her.

When we landed, she said her son should be there to fetch her.

May phone po ba siya?” (Does he have a phone? )

Wala, Internet lang ang gamit niya.” (He doesn’t, he only uses the Internet.)

After circling through the arrival area, we concluded that her son for some reason failed to show up. Thankfully, Adrian was there to fetch me. And since he had a phone, a sim, and some credit, we were able to contact some of Nanay’s relatives.

I’m going to kill you guys, you forgot about me and didn’t send anyone to fetch me,” she said sweetly into the phone in her local dialect Waray.

Nay, magtaxi nalang po tayo, sabay nalang tayo tapos baba kami sa Ortigas.” (Why don’t we take a taxi together and we’ll just hop off at Ortigas.)

Sige, ganun nalang. Pasensiya tala anak, salamat talaga.” (Ok, that’s what we’ll do then. I’m really sorry, child. Thank you.)

Wala pong anuman. Wala pong anuman.” (Not a problem. Not a problem.)

via http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/06/20/daily-prompt-kindness/