so here's the deal.

i was supposed to leave for new york last saturday for my summer courses on literature and on education, but then mama (my lola) took a turn for the worse and so i had to postpone it.

monday morning, i left for new york. i fixed my NYU stuff, i checked out my dorm, i opened a bank account, i was about to get a local mobile phone, and i was able to hang out with some friends.

wednesday night, i got a call from my mom that mama is in critical condition, she couldn't recognize family anymore, and i have to go home right away. like in 12 hours. i rushed to be able to get a refund from NYU, and to entrust whatever else i need to fix to my dad.

thursday morning (ny time), i got on a plane back home, and friday night (manila time), i arrived.

my immune system's shot, and my heart is aching in the non-medical way.

we all hurt in our own ways, i guess.