We’re so sad, so young
And so he said to me:
"How old are you? You’re just 21. One day you’ll look back and realize you’re worrying about the wrong problems."
(n.) You keep trying to destroy me but all you’re really doing is destroy yourself.
I will be better
For my inhumane actions
Know that I love you
Unsent Letter no. 12
Hey, it’s me, the little girl who keeps asking for your help. As you can see, I’m not so little anymore. I wish I could be that little again, though. Anyway, the reason I’m here is because once again, I need a favor.
Can you, pretty pretty pretty please, bring my family back together again? It’s getting really hard now. My mom’s outside, packing her things for her flight in a few hours. I’m writing to you because I don’t know what else to do. I’m crying a lot. It’s so hard to stop my eyes from leaking, I wish it would just stop. Again, I’m that cry baby who kept saying to mommy, “Ayaw pag hawa! Ayaw pag hawa!” when she had to leave for a business trip during my early years. I heard myself saying the same things again now.
"Don’t go na, Mommy, please."
I even begged.
It’s getting really tight here in my chest so would you please help me fast?
I just want to live in a house again where mommy and daddy would just be a room away; where me and my siblings can just run to their beds and snuggle with them because that’s where we felt safest. I just want to be able to hug my siblings again without thinking that it would be the last before a long time.
I just want to be in a place where no one needs to leave anymore.
Can you please find a way for me, Universe?