Abuelo
Months have already passed, and I’m starting to get better. It’s because of my Therapist and the people around me. I've been surrounded by positive people, and as much as I can, we won’t always talk about the issue that triggers me. I barely had a panic attack, and I am now 2 months clean. “We’ll be leaving tomorrow,” Dad said softly as he walked towards me. I smiled at him. He looked more presentable right now. My smile became wide, it’s nice seeing him like this. Because in the past months, I’ve always seen him miserable. “How long will you stay in Makati?” They already told me about this. Dad got another job there, and Mom will also find work. “It will take us a long time, but we’ll come home at the end of the month. Are you sure you want to live alone? You can live with your Aunty.”
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