I can’t remember my childhood memory, but I have a specific memory that I remember vividly.

It was
when I traveled from my hometown to my grandmother's province, the reason for that is because I am
needed there to give support for my cousin. To cut the long story short, my cousins’ husband died, and
we need to take care of her and their children for a moral support since she just gave birth. It was the
draining moments of my life; I am having my worst days and I kept on dissociating from time to time.
And I must say that going to my grandmother's province is one of the best decisions I have ever made.
Sure, the transportation took a lot of time, but it was well spent because I got to see beautiful sceneries
at the window although most of the time, I am dead-beat. It was already dark when we arrived, and the
first thing I've done is hugging my grandmother, because we only have few chances to see each other. I
haven’t slept that night since I already slept too much when traveling and I have a terrible hangover
from the bus. Our place is near the river, we are surrounded by trees and the river is just behind our
house, so we are prone to having snakes, especially over the trees, they just keep on falling off the
branches terrifying I know but you will get used to it. Everyone wakes up and I have a tata duty, tata is
what my nephews calls me, I went on my cousins’ room to knock and get my nephew so she could rest
better, I know how hard it is dealing with her ptsd and having her husband dead, she’s very emotionally
struggling. I have been babysitting her sons for over 2-3 months. So, skipping on that I have to say that
the most memorable event I have witness it was my nephew's 7 th birthday, it was all happy and funny,
my cousin almost crying with her message, and it was middle of the party when the rain suddenly
poured a butterfly keeps flying over his head it was the most eyes-capturing moment. Many said that his
birthday has been blessed and his father is attending his birthday in the presence of the butterfly. It was
therapeutic being with my nephew, they kept me on track, my mind’s field of serotonin just by looking
at them, I just wished that I could answer the questions my nephew asked to me the question that still
left unanswered, “Why does it have to be my dad”. Not too long ago a bomb has been dropped my
uncle died, I already went back home to have my senior high days seeing my grandmothers heart
shatters, it was the weakest point of my life, she’s still longing for him I can’t even do anything about it, I
love her so much, she always has adored me, supports and always cared for me, and I wasn’t there
beside her when she’s having her heart-shattering moments. That summarizes that a memory does not
need to be happy to be memorable, it is memorable because it leaves a lot of impact and change in your
life.