Does growing up really change our body? or also our soul?
Growing up I knew no one, no friends, no anything at all. I only had my lola beside me, in a province where no one knew us but us. Despite her presence, I felt empty and heavy. It's like there's this hole inside me that no one can fill, not even myself. As a child, I once asked my lola, "Do they like me?" and "Am I hard to love?" Reminiscing about it pains me so much. I am a kid, barely an adult, with too much pain to carry. Thoughts bigger than my own body. My lola then decided to move to Manila, where my family was located. Meeting them for the first time hit me hard. I wasn't hard to love. It's just that the love that my lola gave wasn't enough for me, and I crave more love from my parents. The first meeting was nice; they were the best parents I could have ever asked for. But then time passed, and I couldn't help but question, "If my parents are capable of raising two children beside me, then why did they leave me behind?" Up ...