Alona Alegre

I’m alone at the office, with PJ Harvey keeping me company.

Outside, the sun is making an effort to reclaim the skies. You shoulda seen the full moon last night. The clouds were still pretty thick, but it still managed to shine through.


So, yesterday was my fifth Mother’s Day. I remember my first one, so many people greeted me, it felt like its Christmas or better yet, my birthday.

Veda asked me when was Father’s Day and I told her its next month, June. “How about yaya’s day?” I don’t think there’s a special day designated for that. To correct that, we came up with our own yaya’s day: it shall be on August 3. Or maybe it should be the first Sunday of August to keep in line with the other Days.


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