August 31, 2016
In San Francisco last June, we were in the car waiting for Kuya and Ate to get pizza. Brysen was beginning to get cranky as he was tired and looking for his parents. I had to entertain him by pretend-talking to his Mom on the phone. And for some reason, when I asked him if he wanted to talk on the phone and "hear" his Mom's voice, he refused and insisted that I just pass on his message which was "Hurry up." He was near tears for about half an hour. How must it feel to be longed for?