Yesterday, I found this staircase at the hospital with natural light. I couldn’t resist taking a selfie in the sunny stairwell.
I knitted as I cared for my terminally-ill father.
Then, I joined my US and Canada-based relatives as they toured the village where we all grew up. I stayed here until I was twelve years old.
We ended the day with dinner with Tarlac-based relatives and more Filipino food!
I drove them in the rain, and I’m happy that we reached their hotel safely.
I enjoyed my relatives’ company, and their visit reminded me that there’s nowhere to go but up. In tough times, there’s family I can count on, and faith to strengthen me.