She was alive the last time I was here..
We arrived at the house. She normally would have come down the stairs to greet us….
“Hi bobo!! …. Em?”
Or wake up from a nap on the loveseat.
My bro and I would pile into the house, making lots of noise, excited to hang with our mom.
“Hai!! Kasla ub-ubing kayu pay!” [translation: ‘ugh! It’s like you guys are still children!’] she would exasperatingly joke.
With such a comfortable and cozy home with mama to retreat to after our daily adult responsibilities, could you blame us for regressing back to the bliss of childhood behavior? :P
