From Yaya, With Love
My Holy Week penitensya was to clean my room. I had to sort through my stuff, and ended up getting rid of a lot of clothes and bags. The hardest thing about cleaning is coming across letters and files–with clothes, you just take a look and decide whether to keep or dump them, a process that generally takes a few seconds. With letters and files, you have to read through them, and that takes way too much time.
I decided to stop myself from reading every single letter in a box I found; otherwise, I would never finish cleaning. But I recognized my yaya’s writing on one envelope and couldn’t resist opening it. My beloved yaya, Dada Flora, passed away around three or four years ago, and I was devastated. She had retired about two weeks before, had gone home to her province, and there, she suddenly passed. I was so inconsolable that H had to come see me at work to make sure I was OK.
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