May 31, 2015
In college I went to Cebu on a ship with schoolmates for a convention thingy. Anyway, on the way home, still on a ship, I texted your grandma that we'd be sailing in at around 4:30 p.m. I then went about living my oblivious teenage life out in the sea. At 4 p.m. she was already panic-inquiring where I was and was I safe??? She was thinking about me the whole time. Will we ever understand the beautiful startling vehemence of a mother's love? After you read this I want you to call your mom, okay?