The trial ended last Wednesday. They decided, both the incident and my guardian. Both my parents forgot to make a will, which means I need to move out. Apparantly the collision was an 'accident.' It wasn't. Everything happens for a reason. But, do accidents happen for a reason?
I blink the tears away. I begin to take and shove anything in a my bag that can at least make me feel, happy, somehow. A notebook, money, a bottle of water, a box of granola bars and a set of clothes. It doesn't matter really. My grandma has a lot of clothes I left in her house.
I still remember those long road trips to her apartment. It takes us hours till we get from Ilocos to Manila. I always sleep on car rides, no matter how long it is, so I don't know how long it lasts. My mom always tells me how long the trip is, but somehow it only lasts for a brief minute.
We live in a quiet, rural tourist destination. I constantly see people walk around aimlessly with cameras. There's also the occasional group who takes selfies everywhere. My grandma lives in the exact opposite place. I always thought that it should be the other way around. Ilocos is a good place to retire, it's bad for younger people who want to 'start out fresh', or something like that.
I hear knocking. I walk to the door, taking my bag with me. I open the door to my tall uncle from Pasig. "Let's go." He says with a smile.
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סיפור קצר(my grade 8 english project, dont expect much) When your people pass away And everything fades, When you get tangled in a mess, Will you still keep up with this charade? - Fifteen year old, Lian Joulo moved to her grandma's apartment in Manila after...
