I Miss It All

I finally broke my 16 year old custom and this is what happened.

I remember my parents telling me that they had joined Interserve the year I was born and apart from being called the millennium baby, I was often nicknamed the Interserve baby. I remember Sophy telling me that our first friends were Jason and Joash, I remember the water fights we had, the alphabet bracelets we used to make during the children's sessions and how we dreaded learning those memory verses because we were a bunch of kids who met only 5 days a year.

But like the wind, time flew and I soon started to listen and participate in whatever was being taught. I learned mostly with the skits and little games that were played to make us remember something and loved pondering over some of the questions that were asked.

Over the years I grew, spirituality and socially. Each year I grew more attached to the environment and people. It was the perfect time to introspect about the year that was about to end and I always looked forward to the 28th of December. And how could I not? Interserve was my home.

But sometimes, just someone's, things don't really work the way you want them to. Never did I expect to have my exams the day my school reopened after the Christmas vacation, but here I am contemplating whether the decision I made was right or whether I should've just gone and ended the year the way I always did.

The answer to that? I really don't know. All I fully know is that till last year I always thought that the worst feeling in interserve was on the 1st of January when we hugged everyone goodbye. But no, the worst feeling isn't the goodbyes, the worst feeling about Interserve not attending the Family Reunion at all.