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September 21, 2019
It's a typical Sunday at home. Kuya's on his way out to a basketball game. "Bonitooooo!!!" he teases me as he kisses Mom goodbye. Ate's frowning at the faucet in her bathroom sink. When she sees me she's startled and calm all at once. "Nilupak on the table for you, Mom won't let me have it!" I enter and cross her room and stand beside her at the sink. I wordlessly fix the faucet leak. There's a certain way you have to turn it. She knows this, but she wants me to do it. IDK, habit. And so I do.