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It was heavy.

No, not the bag I was carrying in my hand. It was that feeling in my chest.

I walked along the corner of Malingap Street and Kalayaan Avenue, past the Japanese food house. I was on my way to the bank to withdraw some money. It was early in the morning in the month of June, and the mayas were busily chirping their gossip from their homes in the fire trees.

I sighed and made a short poem in my head.

She was so beautiful,
So sad, dressed in cobwebs and tears
She stood on the church steeple,
And as a little boy nears
The old stone—

I tripped. Yes, it was a stupid thing to do in the middle of the road, especially when you were wearing a mask and with Beethoven screaming in you ears.

Most people, when they fall down, try to get up. I did not.

I probably looked crazy lying in the middle of the road watching the mayas feed their babies up in the mango tree. Luckily there were no cars; the whole city was under strict quarantine.

It reminded me of my mother. No, not the quarantine, but the birds.

My name was Isabela for the Isabela Oriole, her favorite bird. I missed my mother. We had been forced apart by the pandemic.

I decided to call her. I never even went to the bank anymore. As soon as I got home I called her up.

I dont know what time we started, or the time we ended. But I knew for sure that we talked for a long, long time.

At the end I was as light as a cloud drifting through the blue skies, bluer now that there were less people going out.

Mother Nature had a way of healing, and I found mine. Here I was thinking that there was no way to drive that dark cloud out of me when what I needed was right here all along.

Author’s note: you can look at a map or pictures of Quezon City, Philippines, if you want to know where Isabela is. I hope you enjoyed this!

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Family Reunion

“How much you’ve grown!” my family would say, “How tall you have become!”
Then I would say, “I do not think so, I have so much work to be done.”
“Have you improved in mathematics?” they’d inquire, ruffling my thick hair.
I’d cower in embarrassment and reply, “Yes, maybe no, perhaps I’m almost there.”
“How is you mother? Is she well?” is one of my aunts’ query.
Then I would pause to think and say, “Oh, she is fine, I am sure; she is always merry.”
Then they would catch up on what had happened lately in their lives,
While my parents talk about incidents at home, and laugh about growing chives.
Meanwhile, I sit in a corner and draw, not having much to do,
And then suddenly, my body shivers: I need to go to the loo.
After walking out the bathroom, I bump into a nearby wall,
Then my older cousin would say, “When that happens to the baby, she bawls.”
We would laugh, arm in arm, not minding grown-ups' business,
Then go out in the garden where my uncles are, lighting the grill with matches.
Then, hours later, we have to go home— its getting fairly dim,
And the sun sinks, deep orange in the low light, right below the sky’s rim.


Hello everyone! Lately, we haven’t seen our families, or have family reunions. The best thing we can do now is to remember fond memories of these family reunions, or call them. So, feeling down lately? Miss so much people aside from family? Call them up! It’ll make their day, as yours too. Stay safe, ya’ll!