Day 9

Dear mom,

Yesterday, I was on a jeepney to go to the market when I start thinking of something not relevant to this story. The next thought that comes to mind is asking you for your opinion, and that’s when it hit me. I am never going to talk to you again. I will spend the rest of my life having all these totally random questions that I would be meaning to ask you, only to rein myself in because you won’t be able to answer. I usually fancy myself as an adult now, but I didn’t know how much I relied on you now that you’re gone.

I miss you mom. Some days I feel like we’ve been prepared all this time to lose you, but there are days where I just wish I can still talk to you.

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We ate in Red Panda after mom’s cremation since according to tradition, one should not head straight home after visiting wakes or attending funerals. We had so much food that we had all the extra packed as take away. The broccoli dish had all the kids (C included) eating vegetables which was nice. There were other dishes I was not able to take photos of (and eat) because I was too lazy and only took portions of those nearest to me.