A girl from Manila had to go to the Batangas wherein her biological mother died. She doesn't feel at home there, she feels like she's not home. For how many years she thought that her mother's death is her fault. Is it really her fault? While finding her home she finds the love of her life, her home. 

Maybe the home she's finding is not the house that has concrete walls but the home with two arms embracing her. Is it possible to find that home if there is a problem with herself? Problem she can't solve and only death is the answer 

Painting Her