What sucks about a two-storey Filipino household is you get to see the people at home deteriorate. You lose your mind when they pack up their blankets and pillows to sleep downstairs because they can’t climb the staircase anymore. You feel emptier than you expect when you now see your room much bigger, more spacious, and empty. Just empty. Save for you and your thoughts hoping that she’s fine sleeping downstairs. What’s even worse is that these thoughts, your prayers, linger even after several days. Because in that home, it’s just really you and your mom. But in your room, it’s just you now.
(writing practice inspired by unphotographable.com)