Are we Alone?

Quote of the day: If you feel like you have not grown up... so be it.

Last Saturday, my dad moved into his new pad. It's on the third level of a three-level townhouse, 5 minutes to his office now. My mom and dad are equal now, super-officially separated. Both living on their own, in a three-level townhouse. This shall be a post on its own.

I took some pictures, but DAMNIT! It's all gone. Either Daniel or my 7 yr-old cousin must've deleted them.

I feel kinda sad. I feel sad when I see old people living on their own. I just can't take it. Sure, my dad is old, but still young enough to work and live independently, but old enough to deserve a complete family's kind of warmth, you know what I mean. Seriously, it's their own doing that they are where they are right now. Nobody's fault, and everybody's fault. What can I do.

When I first visited my mom's one-bedroom cozy apartment, I never realized she got all the work done on her own, perhaps with the help of her Anata, without telling me anything at all. And because she's a woman and woman are usually better at domestic management of the household, I was relieved. She got it going, and I'm relieved because she is also a happier person now.

My dad, oh, he's the typical alpha male. Or so I thought. I never remember him cooking or cleaning. That is why I had a different reaction of him living on his own in a new place. I was worried. Gradually, I realized he does have his own system of household management. It may not be my way, or should I say the woman's way, but it's still a way. His way. Rugged, chin-chai and fuss-free.

Well, come to think of it, my father-in-law is also living on his own now since the death of my mother-in-law November last year.

Everybody's gotta move on hey.

I realized a possiblity too, and this is going to be a spoiler. Eventually, we'll all end up A-LONE.