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i missed my Nanay the other night I started crying. I remembered all the hardships and efforts she had done for me. And it's all because I saw the dormitory I used to live in while reviewing for the bar. I remembered how we walked and walked.. and how she haggled with the landlady. My mother's the type of person who would do anything for you. and I cried harder.. It doesn't matter if its in a public utility vehicle for peté's sake. I missed her and I want to cry. period.
I wanted to be consoled.. to be hugged.. but there was none. I'd just have to settle with sleep and hope that tomorrow I would feel better.
posted by jaded fool @ 10:10 AM
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