Today is my day off from work, but I am spending it for myself to regain some energy and vibrancy.




I have long thought of going up to Baguio again to visit my brother, Marlon who is recovering from stroke.

My brother was rushed to Baguio all the way from Mountain Province after doctors there confirmed he just got hemorrhagic stroke leaving half of his body paralyzed. 

After a month at Baguio General Hospital, our family decided to transfer him to Pines City Doctors’ Hospital. When my mother informed me about this, I was already thinking of the financial requirement it will be demanding.

For two times during my day offs, I have hit the road to the cold city skipping a day of work just to be with my family. A week ago, my mom asked my brother if he could remember me. Thankfully, my brother nodded.

My cousins gathered among selves voluntarily, giving each a shift schedule of being help to my poor brother lying in bed waiting for his diapers and dextrose to be changed. It was a natural response to this undesirable time.

My brother celebrated his 33rd birthday while in the hospital. Yesterday, I learned from my mom that my brother’s son is now with them in his room. My family is actually based in Sagada.

Guilt runs through most of the time. My brother lies in pain there in Baguio while I sit comfortably here in my workplace in Paranaque.

I am thankful I have a huge, huge family that does not count.  I always say I will repay all those cousins and other people who are right now attending to my brother in some other means.

I hope to have a smooth schedule this Holy Week to be able to have my duty.