Today’s my mother’s birthday, although we didn’t spend it celebrating or anything. I guess we’re long past that stage. But we did one hell of a lunch here at home, where we spent two hours on the dining table picking at the food and just talking about how our weekend went. You see, the whole family was basically apart for the whole weekend; Papa went to spend the night with his siblings in Tanay, Rizal to fix up the house while Kuya, Mama and I drove over to Bagbaguin to attend a padasal for that particular lola’s death. Every time…