One SUNDAY

 At present I realize that a FAMILY can also exist with me and me alone. I cannot always seek the fatherly lap I used to sit on. I cannot always eat the healthy breakfast that mom used to cook. My siblings already outgrew pillow fights and Sunday mornings cannot always mean family day is up and fully activated. Sometimes, a cup of coffee spent with the Sunday magazine seems to work quite fine for me. I content myself with recollections of patintero days, grin a little in front of the mirror and work my way up to the usual long Sundays of single blessedness. And for me, It works just fine... and if a girlfriend comes along to join you celebrate your "free day" vanity then that is something to be thankful for.