F I V E

I was left then with my aunt and her family in the same house. The same house that wherever and whenever I looked, the image of grandma appeared. Ever since then, I've been a drunkard (This was when I learned to drink with friends and get drunk but a few years ago, MichaelAngelo already taught me how to drink wine in the house with aunt and uncle). Months passed but I still can't and won't accept the fact that the reason for my being was no longer around. I missed her terribly, how she combed my hair, how we spent our afternoon in the garage, how she cooked my meals, how she called me by my nickname, how she spoilt the hell out of me, how she loved me like I was her own.

While I was mourning, I slept, I ate, I studied, then I woke up like how my grandma would like to see me. Although I wasn't giving my best, I was just making sure not to fail a subject. In my second year of second semester, we were ecouraged to go on an Educational Tour so I decided to force my aunt that I can't miss it. I was under then the supervision of her daughter and her husband, my aunt and uncle. My aunt's overly strict that I can barely breathe but that's just her. O love her to death. So going back, my aunt took care of the out-of-town trip down south and I took advantage of it since it was the perfect time for me to unwind.

Upon arrival, we were grouped up to 4 people, if I remember it correctly and we are escorted to an assigned vehicle. When we arrived in the city and right after I took of the van, I saw a guy that caught my eye. A guy that's definitely of my style. A guy that I thought only in my dreams could appear. In that moment I knew, better days were coming.