These past couple days have been most interesting and mind boggling — there’s the horrific news about my cousin, people around me sobbing non-stop, and then Mom rushed to the hospital twice; first cause of panic attacks and second her blood pressure and ulcer. So this whole week was a bit overwhelming for me, really felt like being torn to pieces. But I can’t complain, not now!
Then, I finally got the courage to call my cousin in Manila. I was excited to hear her voice, but then I was also clueless what to say. I’d usually have something good to share, but this time my head’s empty. Simply hearing her voice was enough and for the first time (since we heard the news), tears rolled down my face. I had to pass the phone to my sister, went to the bathroom and cry some more in front of the mirror. I felt better, real better after.
A good ten minutes after, I asked for the phone back. This time I decided to make our conversations more uplifting. Told her to wait for me till January and we’ll sing karaoke all night long. We laughed about our tragic love life (more like the past), our summers back in Cagayan de Oro and our simple dreams. She wanted to be travel the world, and she did. I wanted a lifetime partner, and told her it’s a work in progress. We just laughed and giggled like we did before.
In closing I said to her, I love you so much, Ate! And in reply she said, I love you,too, Bayotch!