A Semantic Malfunction

I still cannot move on. This is the lingering feeling that I still have right now after the Parents and Son Camp of my gr. 7 Francis Kesy students. At first I am not sure why this activity of my students affected me greatly, but soon I realized that this event left a great mark in my heart which will always be there until my dying day. The Parents and Son Camp is a spiritual program of the high school department of Don Bosco College whose goal is to of course bring parents and sons together for a day of bonding and hopefully getting to understand each other as a family a little bit better. As the class adviser of gr. 7 Kesy, it is my duty to make sure that all preparations are all set for this camping. If you are going to ask me, it was a whirlwind experience of going here and there, meeting parents, and prepping students for the camp. To tell you honestly, it was so tiring just thinking of all the things that must be done for the camp, but thank God, everything pushed

When I woke up last November 22, the very first thing that I uttered was "24 na pala ako". The very statement haunted me because in just 6 years, I'll be 30. It is as if the very weight of adulthood dawned upon me at that time, and it was only during that time that I felt its gravity. However, those thoughts did not matter anymore, for they were dwarfed by the many surprises that happened. My parents were not much of a talker. They do not express their feelings blatantly in front of my face. But all of that changed  because just before I went to sleep, I received a text message from my mother saying that "Happy Birthday Anak! Mahal na Mahal Kita!" I was like woah! Never in my lifetime did I expect that, but I was so thankful that even though they are not the most expressive of parents, they still love me very much. Another thing that made my day is the FB post of my aunt which was so heartwarming and that which I will never forget. The following day,