Category: Family

Hope for the Helpless

I am guilty. Guilty of being inconsistent. Guilty of not being able to commit to a good habit. There are moments when I feel as if I’m just being drifted along the waves and motions of a busy… Read More

To live is Christ; to die is gain

Those closest to me would know that I have great reverence for Nanay Norma, my maternal grandmother. We shared the same room and she would be the one to wake me up for school and prepare my breakfast and… Read More

Not Gone

Not Gone

Today marks my grandmother’s 71st birthday and I still miss her every now and then. She passed when I was twelve. Sometimes I’d wonder how life would have been like if she had lived longer—would we be sharing… Read More