It was better tonight. The family was a little more alive and cheery, rather than holding grim faces from the night before. Her grandmother’s face was more full, her skin brighter. Seeing little movement and steadier breathing was such a relief. It was easier to approach her, to hold her hand. It was easier, not having the fear of harming her with your touch. It was easier to talk to her, to tell her stories about your day. Though she couldn’t respond in her sleep, it was enough for her to just hear the words around her.
Nanay, please get well. I’d love for the family to celebrate Christmas and Auntie Nancy’s birthday together. I pray as often as I can, for I miss you and I worry all the time. You scared me last night, you know? I was afraid that we’d lose you, but you seem better now. Grandma, I know that God will grant what is best for you. Whether it be you joining Tatay up there in your rightful place or spending more years with us, I know you will be happy wherever you go. I just don’t want you to suffer any longer. I love you, see you soon. <3