Deanna
My God!
Why?
It is a norm already to hear heinous crime in the news every day.
But never in my wildest dream to associate Jema on it.
I cried more and more and more.
I cried more than my eyes could endure that's why it's hurting now.
I cried a river that it felt like I reached my yearly quota.
I cried more than I could handle that I am hiccupping now.
I am crying on her shoulders.
Ironically, she is the one who is comforting me.
She carresses my back for me to subside but it brought me more tears.
She could have,
Died.
😫😫😫
And I wouldn't know.
"Deanna tama na please. Tapos na yun. Ito na ko oh; buhay, unscathed, trying to forget it. Alam ko hindi madali pero, alam ko makakamove on din ako. Wag ka na umiyak please?"
I'm trying to stop my tears.
Nakakahiya na kay Jessica.
Puro pagiinarte na lang ginawa ko mula pa kanina.
Think happy thoughts Deanna,
She's alive.
She's well. Physically at least.
I know that the trauma is still there. Nagulat nga ako eh. Gulat na gulat 😅.
Thank you pa rin Lord!
"Jessica... Why did you changed your nickname?"
I decided to ask her that first because I feel that it is interconnected with my other queries.
She is now looking at me intently.
And then she heaved a deep sigh.
"I suffered from depression Deanna. Kaya ako nagstop mag-aral ng isang taon, kaya lumipat kami bigla, yung sa nickname ko, si Mama ganun ang pakilala sa akin sa Davao eh. Nasanay na lang din ako."
Somehow I knew it already, gusto ko lang na maconfirm.
