I received text from a cousin whom I have not heard from for so long. She is going home to the Philippines because Tia Purita is in critical condition. One of Mama's sister-barkada. We lost her long before, about 8 - 10 years ago. She seemed to live in her own world. Not mindful of her surroundings. She looks at you but you do not see a spark of recognition. The intensity of her stares made me afraid to even talk to her. I wanted to ask what was in her mind. How can you create a lot of memories and not go back to them? So this is how it goes? You are taught to live life to the fullest, make everyday as if it were your last. Then forget?
This is the price you pay for accumulating years in this world.
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