I drove myself on my way back home feeling a lot heavier than the usual thing that I carry on. In my appearance of taking a step in our front door, never surprise that I will be expecting no one. None of the house leaving a mark on where they are now, and what they are doing. The typical things that I encounter most of the time, no one is in the roof departing any notes leaving behind.

I put my bag pack on my bed, but still feel like I am carrying a hundred sack of rice. I can't handle the pain anymore, so I went to the kitchen and look for some food to eat. Looking at the refrigerator, I found the last sliced chicken and tried to marinate it by putting some vinegar, soy sauce, and spices, and cook it then. I make sure that I prepare a delightful dish that would satisfy my starve.

"Am I done?" asking myself seriously and then I stand at the chair where I was seated.

I remember where my tatay put the rope after using it when he tried to tie the brooms that they are selling in our little store. "Thanks I found you. I really need you though." -talking to myself as I get the rope above the cabinet.

"Never will I imagine bringing this pain again. FINALLY."