"Brie, are you sure na okay lang na mag-isa kang babiyahe?" Faye again asked me.
I zipped the bag I'll be bringing and looked at her. "Faye, I'm fine. Malaki na 'ko. New York lang ‘yon, tao ako."
She rolled her eyes. "You're desperate Brie."
I weakly smiled. "I am. And I really have to do this Faye. Hindi ko na kaya eh. I need my strength; I need my Yu-Rhi."
"Okay. Tara na din. Male-late ka sa flight mo."
When the airline opened overseas flights, I immediately booked a flight to New York. It's all or nothing I know. But it's the only way. His family is my last hope to see him. I know mommy Anne will understand me. But I hope he'll also understand me.
…
"Here you go." I said and gave the money to the taxi driver. He helped me to get my ba
