Remembering Papa

It is around 9pm, way past my little girl bedtime on a summer day. I would jump around excitedly in bed, waiting for the three honks that could only mean one thing: that my parents are finally home from work. As they park their car in the garage, I try to make myself useful in their […]

Valentine Weekend

After Papa’s death, exactly two months and one day ago, I thought I’d never be able to write again. They say writing is a therapeutic repast, especially when one goes through life’s many tragedies. In my case, typing out words to make sense of my grief literally makes my acid reflux act up. The term […]

The Not So Bleak December: On Turning 21

December is usually the time of the year where I fall into this strange kind of melancholy amidst the holiday shenanigans. There’s something about the melodious carols, the colorful Christmas lights, and the lovely manger scenes, all exuding an effervescent beauty that it ends up depressing me. Maybe it’s just me, but you know how […]