It was 14 years ago together with my sisters and Lolo Joaquin when we last visited my parents here in the cemetery in California.
It's been so long yet I couldn't forget the feeling of longingness. I don't remember anything about my parents and all I have is an old picture of them, but Lolo Joaquin never missed to tell me how much we mean the world to our parents.
Last time when we were here, all I did was look at their headstone and re-read it over and over again in my mind. I didn't know what to say out loud so I just offered a little prayer and sat beside Lolo the whole time.
In my mind, I wonder why they left us so early. But then, it wasn't their choice to go. God needed an Angel in heaven and they are the ones He needed so parents have to go and leave us three.
There is no hatred
