Change, they say, is the only constant thing that exists. The irony is that I totally believe it to be true but I never thought that I would be one of the people who are bad at dealing with change. I grew up in a small city in the Philippines. My simple life with my mom and my sisters, however hard it can get at times, did not hinder us to survive our day-to-day lives. It was 2014 when my family decided to permanently reside here in the United States to fulfill my grandma’s request to have all her children, including my mom, to stay with her. As a consequence, my sisters and I would have to move with her too. That’s when it hit me. I’m too obsessed with consistency— with unchanging way of life.
Despite the promises of a better life that my
Despite the promises of a better life that my