apple of my eyes

just arrived from amadeo, cavite (known for their coffee). building houses was tiring yet fun. just want to thank cya for always bringing me back to the apple of my eyes (for two times i went with them, i get the chance to go back to the place that has enchanted me). sorry, i wasn't able to get a picture of it.

Farewell

when i was young, mommy and lola always tell us that she didn't love us. that her niece was more important to her than her true grandchildren. it didn't really matter to me then since i was too young to understand... to feel the insecurity that they were feeling for us.

later on, i realized maybe they're right. i remember mom and dad asking her to live with us. she will stay for a week but after that she will ask mom to drive her back.

she wasn't able to watch us grow....

i can't recall when she finally decided to stay with us for good. but what i do remember was that in all those time, i wasn't good to her... and none of my siblings were...

Last monday, as i looked at her lying in her bed, i thought of all those times that we have lost... and yes, finally, i have let go of the anger that once was instilled in my mind. for two days, i took care of her. i did it not out of pity but through compassion...i wanted her to feel that she was loved after all.

this morning, after checking her I.V., i stayed beside her for a while. i touched her hand and caressed her forehead. i didn't know that will be the last...

In loving memory of

my grandmother, Doña Apolonia Pascual Bagsic