On food, being filipino, and joy

and perhaps even more...

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Endings.

Looking at photos from college makes me feel nostalgic and sad.

Oh, how I cried the night before I moved out. The night it finally hit me that I was leaving forever and would never come back.

“Everything’s going to change, Joy. You’re moving out tomorrow and we’re never coming back here.”

We sat on the floor of my empty bedroom and he held me as I sobbed.

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