I confess...

I'm severely attached to my Yaya Cita.

I only realized the gravity today when she left for Bicol. When she called me that she was already in the bus terminal, I had to choke down tears.

Dyahe sa office!

But cry, I did.

Ate Cita has been staying with me regularly for almost 2 months now.

I probably got used to waking up with breakfast and coming home with dinner already prepared.

She's been my yaya since I was a kid and she never married. Her entire life was dedicated to the family. To me, specifically.

Ayan. Naiiyak na naman ako.

She'll only be gone for several weeks but I'm already feeling melancholic, not because I will be incapacitated without her. I just got used to her being sincerely there.

I will miss her --- the one who cares for me like her own --- regardless of bloodline.

Hurt, hurt, go away

I severely hurt.

In more ways than one.

If there is such a thing as reliving death everyday – this is it for me.

He feels the same way. I know he does – in his own miserable hole.

This great divide is so isolating.