I’m taking part in Word-High’s 30 Beautiful Filipino Words. Today’s word is Habilin which means anything given to someone for safe keeping. Want to join? Checkout the link at the bottom.:)

She was leaving. Her sister couldn’t believe it. After living together through college and the horror of grad school they were going to part. She promised to keep in touch and that they would talk every other day. Her sister knew that was a lie. She was horrible at keeping in touch with people. She looked around her room and at her belongs. Looking for anything she could give her weeping sister to comfort her. Her eyes finally fell on the seashell box.

Crudely made, it was a project she’d started one Spring Break when it rained the whole week. Wearing the hideous banana yellow parka given to her by her mother, she’d trudged through sand along the shore. She’d been bored and slightly irritated that the beach had been littered with seashells. Looking at the shells had reminded her of the jewelry box just sitting on her book shelf. Quickly she gathered as many shells as her pockets could hold. Thanking her mom silently for the finally useful, ugly, parka.  The finished product was an 6 x 8 inch box was cover in different beige colored shells that her sister had found hideous.

Taking the precious box she handed it to her sister. She stared at it for a moment in surprise.

“You’re giving me the shell box?”

“Yes, I wanted you to have something to remember me by and something you can add to.”

“Add too?”

“Yes, open it.”

Inside her sister found bits of neatly folded paper. Opening one she saw the date and a couple sentences after the time she’d gone on a date and broke her sister’s favorite shoes. Instead of telling her about it, she’d super glued them hoping she wouldn’t notice.

Fresh tears sprouted in her eyes. “You knew? But- bu–but you never said anything…”

Reaching out for her sister she said with a smile, “Yeah, I knew what you did and don’t worry about it, I got you back.” She added with a wink.

The wellspring of tears dried up and she looked up, alert. “What did you do?”

“You’ll find out later. Now, help take my stuff to the car.” She sang out sweetly as she sashayed to the front door with a suitcase.

Muttering, her sister followed suit and soon they packed up the car. With tears in their eyes. They hugged each other. Before closing her car door she looked back at her sister. “Take care of my seashells. I expect to see new notes in there.”

“Wait! What do I write?”

“Write anything! Write about a crappy day. Write about how you miss me eating the last of the cereal and leaving the box on the counter, tricking you into thinking that there’s more.” She said with a wink.

With an angry little humph her sister rolled her eyes.” Yeah, I won’t miss that.”

“Yes you will. Because I’ll miss seeing your angry pouts.”

She was about to say she didn’t pout but she felt her lips begin to pucker so went with the classic, “Whatever.”

“I’ll miss you.”

“I’ll miss you too..”

With that her sister got in the car and drove away. Later, as she prepared to go out with her boyfriend she searched for her leather jacket. She searched everywhere and couldn’t find it. She ran to her sister’s now vacant room and saw a little sticky note hanging on the closet door.

“Thanks for the jacket! xoxo!”

Seething she shouted, “The little rat!!” She knew what her first note in seashell box would be.


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