Every second, minute, hour. Day and night. In gloomy and goofy mood. I miss you so much, it is too heavy inside. I bet in lottery this morning, wishing that despite the hundred thousand odds of winning, I will hit the jackpot so I can instantly fly and go home to you. Until then, I shall continue to try with my every breath to stay sane.
I love you so much, my Mamang. You are more than enough.
Faith. Hope. Courage.
