Tuesday, May 17, 2016. I have a memory of his shirt chafing my cheek, of the creak of my bedroom door, of the sudden warmth of the light in my room. I have a memory of the sloshing of the water, and of his back as he would slowly wade his way back home. I have a memory of the sound of his feet, and of the rhythm of his breathing. Sunday, July 5, 2015.

Lessons and ramblings of one mother. Tantan, my eldest son, told me that a classmate of his was worried for the safety of his family when Cebu experienced heavy rain a few weeks ago. Tantan advised his classmate to pray. I have an 8-year old who is not afraid to share his faith.

We travel, some of us forever, to seek other places, other lives, other souls. For wherever should my weary feet take me. To the mountains, to the seas or to the skies. This life is not meant to be lived in one place. We are meant to carve more than a single space.

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