After The Flood: Random Thoughts

*written yesterday

I passed PGH on the way back to the dorm from Ian and Caesar's condo. There was no trace of last night's flood, except perhaps for the little puddles in the gutter. Otherwise, you would think last night never happened. The road, the sidewalk, everything, was dry as dust. What happened last night? How could a flood like that be gone without a trace so quickly? And how did it come to be in the first place? It was really strange seeing every bump, crack, and hole in the sidewalk, when last night we kept tripping and stepping into the holes we couldn't see. Now, they're all there, clearly seen in the murky gray light.

Granted, floods are a usual occurence in Iloilo. But still... There are usually puddles that serve as evidence of the recent flood.

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Tita Bern (Ian and Ryan's mom) really reminded me of Mama. She was so kind about me suddenly showing up in their condo, out of the blue. Granted, we arrived before they did, but still... She provided some toiletries that night, and even urged me to go ahead and eat that morning. So nice. She toasted bread, set out other things I might like, and generally acted like a mother.

I miss Mama. And I hope to be a good mom someday, like them. Getting nostalgic now....

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So, Nang Steph also had some misadventures last Tuesday... Whew, I thought I'd just imagined the flood and everything that followed. Strange, isn't it? But then, sometimes I can't seem to tell the difference between dreams and reality these days...