I just had a dream where I was ugly crying. I was missing my maternal grandmother and was in her room in Camaligan. The room was a bit more dramatic, with the ceiling a bit higher than how it was. I went to lie on her bed and was surrounded by these different framed Holy images, along with her arsenal of medicinal bottles.

I swept her walls for one particular image, that of Mama Mary, which I cross-stitched with gold thread on a black cloth and gave her.

My memory is failing me. But I did wake up with a gaping hole in my heart.

I miss my grandmother.