The Candle

In modern houses, bathrooms are installed inside the house but in my early years, our old house has a separate bathroom located outside near the dirty kitchen. My dad loves to do half baths after a days' work and when a certain phenomenon happened, he stopped doing his routine completely and even worked double shifts just to install a bathroom inside the house.

That night, mom was preparing dinner, I was helping her and my brother was with us playing around. My dad came out of the room with a towel around his neck ready for a bath.

(In his point of view)

There wasn't anything misplaced as he cleaned himself and went along with soap and etc. He described his surrounding as dimmed outside since the only light he had was from the bulb above his head and some shed of light coming from the kitchen where he hears us talking. Other than our voices, he could also hear the chirping of the insects and the croaking of the frogs. When suddenly, the light went off and everything went completely dark. My dad knew it was a power interruption and he's not doing so well if he could only see pitch black (He could see spirits so he's a bit of a scaredy cat). What alarmed him was the total silence from inside the house, in his experience we would gasp out loud or shout out of shock.

So he called out to mom to get him a light. And a short while, he sees light from outside and a hand inched in from the upper part of the bathroom's door. He calmed down seeing a candle perched on a small cup as we usually do during blackouts. He thanked mom and he heard her stepping away.

He was about to continue doing his bath when another shed of light approached him, "Dear, here's a candle-... How do you have light there?" He heard mom said.

In his confusion he confronted mom angrily and insisted it was she who handed him the candle. Mom was as completely confused as he was. Then suddenly, the enlightenment dawn to them that they raced inside the house and closed the door behind them. In the morning, the candle perched on the cup was still there. Mom decided to bury it and offered a prayer to whoever gave it to my dad.