Last night. The risk of going to work at night is always there. I am completely aware of the dangers out in the streets because I’ve been working at night for more than a year now, it became very normal to me. Not in the sense that the possible presence of muggers won’t give me the raw feeling of fear and adrenaline rush but most of the time I forget about the risks and danger that awaits me. I am no superwoman so I am not an exception to it. Just last night, two filthy kids snatched my necklace; my precious necklace. The only possession that was left to me was all gone. I could’ve just chased the kids. I shivered on the thought that they already took away everything to me. I don’t have anything that reminds me that Mike is real. It’s all gone. And it produces an ache to the deepest of my heart. I wanted to just let it go but it is too precious to forget. It is too painful because I am holding on to it. I am scared because I got nothing to hold on to anymore. I wish God will help me see the larger picture. I appreciate my dad telling me that it must be the kid’s mom’s birthday and they need something to buy pancit. It’s quite comforting in the sense that I might be able to help other people but still, the way they do it was really bad. I am not ready to let go of it yet and I just wished that someday, (though this is so much like a “novel” way of thinking) I would get it back again. It belongs to me L
