Tiya kisa is my dead mother's cousin and she misses her very much. She and my mother used to drink Kulafu together, sing old, old sugbu-an songs while getting shit faced. I love listening to her singing story to me and she loves visiting me everyday and she tells me about my mom, and I sit and listened and inhale it all in; good, bad, out of tune, beauty, etc. All or nothing as I always told everyone in my life and she appreciated me. I miss her already.
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