I remember

Yesterday, I saw this elderly woman at the couch inside this shop I frequent to. She reminded me of Inang, and perhaps all elderly women will. I caught her eye, and I saw what I used to see on my Grandmother's eyes- relief. Relief that I'm safe. Relief that we're together.

She sat there waiting, and I stood there tearing. She had Inang's aura and I remember.

I remember.

I find myself doing a lot of remembering these days.

I guess it's all I'm made of, is memories.