This is a tale about grief. Growing up I had a companion, a dog named Giovanni.
I remember those memories as if it were yesterday, Giovanni was old and frail at that time, her health condition was very bad, I wanted to take care of him but I had to go to school.
As I got home from school, I found him lying in the floor coughing heavily. Worried, I rushed onto him but when I got close He looked me in the eyes and breathed his last. As if He waited me to come home before so he can peacefully pass away. That was the adversity I faced.
What helps here wasn't the Jollibee my parents bought me to feel better, but a realization which I wasn't truly able to put into words as a kid but I can now. Our lives are fleeting and it is the mission of the living to carry on the wishes and dreams of the dead. That applies to us all, families, friends, and even animals.
And that leads to me being always afraid that everyone will someday leave me. That's why I put effort to cherish and value the people around me. But some of them still left me even after I gave everything huhu