If there is one thing common between my mom and me is that we both love going to the mall. I think during her lifetime, most of the times we spent together are spent at the malls than our own house. I remember when I was younger, I would go to malls at the opening hour, 10am - and would go home at its closing, 9pm. Am I a mall addict or what.
But anyway, lately, I noticed that I cannot stand long hours loitering in SM North EDSA or in Trinoma. Actually, my heart and mind would want to. But my body, especially my legs give up. I don't know, maybe because of age. Or maybe because of the hard times, that I also do not enjoy looking at things to buy when I don't have enough money to buy all of them. Before, I used to charge it to my mom. Hahaha.. Now, I have to pay on my own.
Mall gives me joy and sadness. Joy because I see a lot of good stuff. When I was able to buy them, I am happy. It also gives me sadness, because they give me a clear picture of people's standard of living. They reveal before my very eyes, the disparity of the poor and the rich in the society. Cheap or expensive, no brand or branded, low end or high end, commuters or with private vehicles.
One time, I laughed when I noticed that there are some entrances and exits in Trinoma wherein you'll know that only the rich pass through them. Guards are relaxed because very few people come in and out of those doors. In other areas, guards are always alert because no time to relax, "buhos ang tao".
But I don't know, there is that certain fondness in me on malls that I cannot explain, most of the time, it gives me joy. To top it all, malls eases my longing for my mom. I feel close to her when I am at one of those.