In times of personal crisis, we all go back to our roots. Have you noticed that? Somehow, we always find ourselves on the way home. Home can be anywhere for you and me. It can be your parents’ house. It could be your province where most of your family members are. It could be your own house somewhere. Anywhere still home.

She will surely go back home when she confirms it. I just know she will. Because she was already talking about not getting a nanny but would want her kid to grow up with her grandma. Her mom. And I am happy for her. The child may be the bridge that both are waiting to tighten the gap between them.

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