2 years ago, my parents decided to take me with them to Canada.

They just decided in that one video call that one summer that it’s time for me to ‘touch snow.’

Ilang times na ako naka touch nun, mind you. Sa freezer!

I negotiated that time because my life’s here, and I can’t just leave!

“But Dad, what about school?” Yan lang naalala ko, and the next thing I knew, I’m already boarding the plane.

It was before when the pandemic happened.

I landed safely, and was greeted by my parents. And a day later, news broke out about some virus.

Never thought it was that serious until hindi na ako maka uwi from that supposedly 2 months summer getaway.

It was supposed to be a ‘testing lang,’ and if I don’t like it here, then okay. Also, it was my Mom’s words.

By then, I have to take online classes, and I guess it was convenient in my part? I feel sad saying that.

It was a hell of a year for the whole world.

I witnessed how my parents became the busiest, and even had the sakit due to their work. They were sorry that they couldn’t take me anywhere but home when I got