I forgot that my mom died for a second. And when I remembered she did, I wailed in a fast-food restaurant. The conversation went like this: "I am thinking of finding a new job. My skill set isn't aligned with the company's," I said. "What do you mean?" "They require 3,200 words per hour, I … Continue reading For a Second, I Forgot That She Passed Away
It has been forty days since you passed away, and yet every night, no matter how I tire myself, I catch myself thinking of our days with you and cry, wishing you were still with us. I miss you every day.
You just got home after finishing an eleven-hour job that you worked on for twelve hours today (and six hours yesterday). The other day, you slept at six in the morning after studying and making a presentation for work. You're tired. But you're passionate. You're working on a required skill set, looking for the best … Continue reading Tired but not Sleepy
At 4:30 p.m., carrying a rose and a candle, I went to her grave and greeted her a Happy Mother's Day . . . even though I didn't know if she heard it. I looked at the sunset, hoping she was there with me, crying as I thought of it. I could clearly remember the … Continue reading “Happy” Mother’s Day
I don't like it when I'm awake at this time of the day. I'm neither working nor writing; I'm just lying on my bed, thinking about you again, Ma. At alam ko naman na kahit anong caption ko sa Instagram kung gaano kita namimiss, hindi mo na rin naman na makikita 'yon. But I miss … Continue reading And again, I miss you.